'Twould ease—a Butterfly

682 'Twould ease—a Butterfly— Elate—a Bee— Thou'rt neither— Neither—thy capacity— But, Blossom, were I, I would rather be Thy moment Than a Bee's Eternity— Content of fading Is enough for me— Fade I unto Divinity— And Dying—Lifetime— Ample as the Eye— Her least attention raise on me—