Explore "From the Chrysalis" by Emily Dickinson on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
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.