From Cocoon forth a ButterflyAs Lady from her DoorEmerged -- a Summer Afternoon --Repairing Everywhere --Without Design -- that I could traceExcept to stray abroadOn Miscellaneous EnterpriseThe Clovers -- understood --Her pretty Parasol be seenContracting in a FieldWhere Men made Hay --Then struggling hardWith an opposing Cloud --Where Parties -- Phantom as Herself --To Nowhere -- seemed to goIn purposeless Circumference --
The Butterfly upon the Sky,That doesn't know its NameAnd hasn't any tax to payAnd hasn't any HomeIs just as high as you and I,And higher, I believe,So soar away and never sighAnd that's the way to grieve --
Defrauded I a Butterfly --The lawful Heir -- for Thee --
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