Margaret Warner Morley, The Insect Folk
“ Although so many of the May flies perish at once, multitudes of them drop their eggs into the water to renew the race of May flies.Is it not wonderful that after so long a period of creeping about in the mud as larvæ, these graceful and beautiful little creatures have but a few hours in which to dance joyously about in the upper air on wings of gossamer? Some, indeed, live less than an hour, and some, that come out in the evening, finish their dance of life and perish before sunrise, without ever having seen the beautiful daylight. ”
