| FROM cocoon forth a butterfly | |
| As lady from her door | |
| Emerged—a summer afternoon— | |
| Repairing everywhere, | |
| Without design, that I could trace, | 5 |
| Except to stray abroad | |
| On miscellaneous enterprise | |
| The clovers understood. | |
| Her pretty parasol was seen | |
| Contracting in a field | 10 |
| Where men made hay, then struggling hard | |
| With an opposing cloud, | |
| Where parties, phantom as herself, | |
| To Nowhere seemed to go | |
| In purposeless circumference, | 15 |
| As ’t were a tropic show. | |
| And notwithstanding bee that worked, | |
| And flower that zealous blew, | |
| This audience of idleness | |
| Disdained them, from the sky, | 20 |
| Till sundown crept, a steady tide, | |
| And men that made the hay, | |
| And afternoon, and butterfly, | |
| Extinguished in its sea. |
This peom is comparing a woman and a butterfly. The butterfly comes out and stays ing the garden where the flowers are, while the woman goes out of her house to a place where she can be seen by them men. The butterfly has no real goal "Miscellaneous Enterprise" and neither does the woman. both characters just want to be seen, and when the sun goes down, they go home.
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