My Cocoon tightens - Colors tease -

I’m feeling for the Air -

A dim capacity for wings

Demeans the Dress I wear -

A power of Butterfly must be -

The Aptitude to fly

Meadows of Majesty implies

And easy Sweeps of sky -

So I must baffle at the Hint

And cipher at the Sign

And make much blunder, if at last

I take the clue divine -


-Emily Dickinson