“Surely 't is better, when summer is over
To die when all fair things are fading away.”
Thomas Haynes Bayly (1797–1839) English poet, songwriter, dramatist, and writer
I'd be a Butterfly, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
“Like to Diana in her summer-weed,
Girt with a crimson robe of brightest dye,
Goes fair Samela;
Whiter than be the flocks that straggling feed
When wash'd by Arethusa Fount they lie,
Is fair Samela.”
"Doron's Description of Samela", line 1, from Menaphon; Dyce p. 287.
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Context: p>Can all that optics teach, unfold
Thy form to please me so,
As when I dreamt of gems and gold
Hid in thy radiant bow?When Science from Creation's face
Enchantment's veil withdraws,
What lovely visions yield their place
To cold material laws! And yet, fair bow, no fabling dreams,
But words of the Most High,
Have told why first thy robe of beams
Was woven in the sky.</p
