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My Cocoon tightens-Colors tease-
I'm feeling for the Air-
A dim capacity for Wings
Demeans the Dress I wear-
A power of Butterfly must be-
The Aptitude to fly
Meadows of Majesty implies
And easy Sweeps of Sky-
So I must baffle at the Hint
And cipher at the Sign
And make much blunder, if at least
I take the clue divine-