The Dragon-Fly was first published in Vanity Fair in February, 1922.
I wound myself in a white cocoon of singing,
All day long in the brook's uneven bed,
Measuring out my soul in a mucous thread;
Dimly now to the brook's green bottom clinging,
Men behold me, a worm spun-out and dead,
Walled in an iron house of silky singing.
Nevertheless at length, O reedy shallows,
Not as a plodding nose to the slimy stem,
But as a brazen wing with a spangled hem,
Over the jewel-weed and the pink marsh-mallows,
Free of these and making a song of them,
I shall arise, and a song of the reedy shallows!
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