Dragonfly Musings

I must admit that, of late, I am spending more time on books and not so much on hunting dragonflies in the outdoors.

So, here's an excerpt from one of these books.  A verse from a poem by Lord Alfred Tennyson:

 

Today I saw the dragonfly
Come from the wells where he did lie.
An inner impulse rent the veil
Of his old husk: from head to tail
Came out clear plates of sapphire mail.
He dried his wings: like gauze they grew;
Thro' crofts and pastures wet with dew
A living flash of light he flew.
- "The Two Voices" (1883), lines 8-15

 

It tells of a dragonfly nymph coming up from the pond, emerging into a sapphire dragonfly and then, later, flying away...