From cocoon forth a butterfly
As lady from her door
Emerged - a summer afternoon -
Repairing everywhere,
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Without design, that I could trace,
Except to stray abroad
On miscellaneous enterprise
The clovers understood.
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Her pretty parasol was seen
Contracting in a field
Where men made hay, then struggling hard
With an opposing cloud,
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Where parties, phantom as herself,
To Nowhere seemed to go
In purposeless circumference,
As 't were a tropic show.
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And notwithstanding bee that worked,
And flower that zealous blew,
This audience of idleness
Disdained them, from the sky,
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Till sundown crept, a steady tide,
And men that made the hay,
And afternoon, and butterfly,
Extinguished in its sea.