Soaring, perfect dragonfly,
Prince of lower regions of the sky,
Diving through the sun's pale light,
The lesser-winged scatter
Before your might.
Swift, certain dragonfly,
Deadly gaze firing low and high,
Your rule extends to both shores of night,
The lesser-winged flee
At your sight.
Armored, fabulous dragonfly,
The hum of your wings is Nature's sigh.
How I've longed on summer days
Oh, to ride on your back
Just a little ways.