Thou art but a tinted ecstasy

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Photo by Richard Fogg

 

O fluttering, gauzy mystery,

Frail-winged creature, glimmering, fleeing,

Thou art but a tinted ecstasy,—

A joy with life and a tireless being.

Thou hast no purpose to guide thy flight,

Nor does thy folly demand forgiving.

Thy wings must beat with thy heart’s delight

In the glorious rapture of merely living!

~ Ruby Archer.