Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889
A Dead Butterfly
By Edgar Fawcett (18471904)[From Romance and Revery. 1886.]
I
Yet here, with wings where florid fire still stays,
On the cold strand of death I find you flung,
Blent with its desultory waifs and strays!
Once to such revelling life so richly wed,
Well might I dream, while gazing on you there,
That immortality itself lay dead!