From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged - a Summer Afternoon - Repairing Everywhere - Without Design - that I could trace Except to stray abroad On Miscellaneous Enterprise The Clovers - understood - Her pretty Parasol be seen Contracting in a Field Where Men made Hay - Then struggling hard With an opposing Cloud - Where Parties - Phantom as Herself - To Nowhere - seemed to go In purposeless Circumference - As 'twere a Tropic Show - And notwithstanding Bee - that worked - And Flower - that zealous blew - This Audience of Idleness Disdained them, from the Sky - Till Sundown crept - a steady Tide - And Men that made the Hay - And Afternoon - and Butterfly - Extinguished - in the Sea |