From the Chrysalis

PL

My cocoon tightens, colors tease,
I’m feeling for the air;
A dim capacity for wings
Degrades the dress I wear.

A power of butterfly must be
The aptitude to fly;
Meadows of majesty concede
And easy sweep of sky.

So I must baffle at the hint
And cipher at the sign,
And make much blunder, if at last
I take the clew divine.

First print Time and Eternity VI, 6
Johnson 129 | Franklin 142

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