The Butterfly Obtains, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

The Butterfly Obtains

The butterfly obtains

But little sympathy

Though favorably mentioned

In Entomology -

Because he travels freely

And wears a proper coat

The circumspect are certain

That he is dissolute -

Had he the homely scutcheon

Of modest Industry

’Twere fitter certifying

For Immortality -

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