Poem: From the Chrysalis

Updated May 6, 2020 | Infoplease Staff

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. 
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