Now I will think of butterflies

Now I will think of butterflies
and dream I am like it
the way they from the world arise
and also: How they quit.

Be beautiful, my soul, be teased
by colours black and blue.
And please the girl, the girl be pleased
the puppy no more true.

Displease the girl, the girl displeased
who get you cannot do,
and feel the power of the eased,
redeemed, revived and true.