Love, as is told by the seers of old, comes as a butterfly tipped with gold. Flutters and flies in sunlit skies, weaving round hearts that were one time cold.
The cheerful bird of youth flutters away I hardly noticed how it came or went.
God save the pennon, ragged to the dawn, That signs to moon to stand, and sun to fly; And flutters when the weak is overborne To stem the tide of fate and certainty. That knows not reason , and that seeks no fame So! Undismayed beneath the serried clouds, Raise up the banner of forlorn defence A jest to the complacency of crowds Bright-haloed with the one diviner sense: To hold itself as nothing to itself; And in the quest of its imagined star To lose all thought of after-recompense!john galsworthy
A mere court butterfly, That flutters in the pageant of a monarch.lord byron
See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs, And mounts exulting on triumphant wings: Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound, flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground.Alexander Pope
Fortune in men has some small diff'rence made, One flaunts in rags, one flutters in brocade; The cobbler apron'd, and the parson gown'd, The friar hooded, and the monarch crown'd.Alexander Pope