Twould ease a butterfly -- by Emily Dickinson; Twould ease a Butterfly, Elate a Bee --Thou'rt neither -- Neither -- thy capacity. But, Blossom, were I, I would rather be. The moment than a Bee's Eternity. Content of fading, Is enough for me -- Fade I unto Devinity. And Dying --Lifetime -- Ample as the Eye. -- Her least attention raise on me.