S Sabrina New member Mar 12, 2010 #1 i dont truly get the last 4 lines of seigfrieds poem butterflies And they are as my soul that wings its way Out of the starlit dimness into morn: And they are as my tremulous* being—born To know but this, the phantom glares of day.
i dont truly get the last 4 lines of seigfrieds poem butterflies And they are as my soul that wings its way Out of the starlit dimness into morn: And they are as my tremulous* being—born To know but this, the phantom glares of day.
