To A Butterfly
by Carol Montoya
Title
To A Butterfly
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Carol Montoya
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To A Butterfly
The quote is from the second stanza.
Lady Flora Hastings was a lady-in-waiting for Queen Victoria's mother who passed away at the age of 33.
"In 1839, Lady Flora began to experience pain and swelling in her lower abdomen. She visited the queen's physician, Sir James Clark, who could not diagnose her condition without an examination, which she refused. Clark assumed the abdominal growth was pregnancy and met with Lady Flora twice a week from 10 January to 16 February.[2] As she was unmarried, his suspicions were hushed up. However, her enemies, Baroness Lehzen and the Marchioness of Tavistock (better known as the inventor of afternoon tea) spread the rumor that she was "with child", and eventually Lehzen told Melbourne about her fears. On 2 February, the queen wrote in her journal that she suspected Conroy, a man whom she loathed intensely, to be the father.
Lady Flora felt that she had to defend herself in public, publishing her version of events in the form of a letter that appeared in The Examiner, and blaming "a certain foreign lady" (Lehzen) for spreading the rumors.
The accusations were proven false when Lady Flora finally consented to a physical examination by the royal doctors, who confirmed that she was not pregnant. She did, however, have an advanced cancerous liver tumor, and had only months left to live."
Queen Victoria was not liked by the public for her treatment of Lady Flora Hastings. "The queen visited the now emaciated and dying Lady Flora on 27 June. The next year, her marriage and subsequent pregnancy restored her to popular favor. Victoria remained haunted by guilty memories of Lady Flora, having nightmares about her for years afterward."
Hastings poetry; a collection of her work, Poems by the Lady Flora Hastings, was edited by her sister Sophia (later the Marchioness of Bute), and published posthumously.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lady_Flora_Hastings
To A Butterfly
Poet: Lady Flora Hastings
Butterfly, butterfly, brilliant and bright,
How very often I envy your flight;
I think I should like it through the whole summer day.
Like you, pretty insect, to flutter and play.
Butterfly, butterfly, onward you fly —
Now skimming so lowly, rising so high.
First on the jessamine, then on the rose.
Then you will visit the pinks, I suppose.
Now you are resting, pray let me come near;
I will not hurt you, nor touch you, don't fear;
Mamma says my hand is too heavy by far.
To touch such little creatures as butterflies are.
Now you are off again. Butterfly, stay;
Don't fly away from me, butterfly, pray.
Just let me look at your beautiful wings;
Oh! it does not mind me, but upward it springs.
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