Today I saw the dragon-fly
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;
Throâ€™ crofts and pastures wet with dew
A living flash of light he flew.
–Alfred Lord Tennyson
(h/t Jennifer Ohop)