The caterpillar with shrivelled skin
in a tent of silk was laid therein.
This crumpled thing, shrunk like a shroud,
was laid in silk white as a cloud.
The sons of men stood round about
warding the worm should not get out.
Three days they stood with solemn face,
never eyes wavering from that place.
Then did they open that mute cocoon,
and stood amazed: the worm was gone !
Then some believed and some did doubt
how that the worm could have got out.
Yet to the sky in spiral rings
the new flew forth on crystal wings.
[ For a tale of Paschal miracle:
Murphy Makes a Mitzvah ]