Two Voyagers. By Emily Dickinson

    Two butterflies went out at noon
    And waltzed above a stream,
    Then stepped straight through the firmament
    And rested on a beam;

    And then together bore away
    Upon a shining sea, —
    Though never yet, in any port,
    Their coming mentioned be.

    If spoken by the distant bird,
    If met in ether sea
    By frigate or by merchantman,
    Report was not to me.