Classic Poem

The curious sphinx or moths of day
The curious only see
That fly — not wait the evening grey
With butterflye & bee
One settled on this grassy blade
Betinged with yellow hue
& seemed in black & yellow shade
A hornet while it flew

Their wings like some that dance at eve
Are snowy white & plain
But nature on their bodies leave
Wild hues of many a stain
& this wears yellow barred with brown
Whasps hues are even such
Though this is spread with mealy down
That sullys at the touch