As my love gave chase to a butterfly
In a meadow of mountain flowers,
I lay under a tree and smiled to see
Her play through the summer hours.
As she waited in ambush the butterfly teased
Her and fluttered away when she leapt,
As if trying to say, “Though you hunt me all day
I will never be caught or be kept.”
As my love gave chase to a butterfly
So did I give chase to love—
Now here where she laughed when it slipped her grasp
I cry to the clouds above.
