Poemsby Emily Dickinson

Two Voyagers

 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.