354 From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged — a Summer Afternoon — Repairing Everywhere — Without Design — that I could trace Except to stray abroad On Miscellaneous Enterprise The Clovers — understood — Her pretty Parasol be seen Contracting in a Field Where Men made Hay — Then struggling hard With an opposing Cloud — Where Parties — Phantom as Herself — To Nowhere — seemed to go In purposeless Circumference — As `twere a Tropic Show — And notwithstanding Bee — that worked — And Flower — that zealous blew — This Audience of Idleness Disdained them, from the Sky — Till Sundown crept — a steady Tide — And Men that made the Hay — And Afternoon — and Butterfly — Extinguished — in the Sea —SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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