The Comforter
Robert William Service
As I sat by my baby’s bed That’s open to the sky, There fluttered round and round my head A radiant butterfly. And as I wept—of hearts that ache The saddest in the land— It left a lily for my sake, And lighted on my hand. I watched it, oh, so quietly, And though it rose and flew, As if it fain would comfort me It came and came anew. Now, where my darling lies at rest, I do not dare to sigh, For look! there gleams upon my breast A snow-white butterfly.
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