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