From the Chrysalis

VI. FROM THE CHRYSALIS.

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 concedes 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 clew divine.

 

from Poems by Emily Dickinson (1890)
"On this long storm the rainbow rose"	Setting Sail

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