• My little Mädchen found one day
    A curious something in her play,
    That was not fruit, nor flower, nor seed;
    It was not anything that grew,
    Or crept, or climbed, or swam, or flew;
    Had neither legs nor wings, indeed;
    And yet she was not sure, she said,
    Whether it was alive or dead.

    She brought it in her tiny hand
    To see if...

  • 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...