butterfly-race

Updated: May 9, 2025

I go in for the much-abused fair-weather, skin-deep, April-shower friends, the friends who will drop off, if let alone, who must be kept awake to be kept at all, who will talk and laugh with you as long as it suits your respective humors and you are prosperous and happy, the blessed butterfly-race who flutter about your June mornings, and when the clouds lower, and the drops patter, and the rains descend, and the winds blow, will spread their gay wings and float gracefully away to sunny southern lands where the skies are yet blue and the breezes violet-scented.

Various - The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 59, September, 1862