Title at first glance can be interpreted as: As she becomes a recluse, she loses contact to the outside world.
A modern interpretation of this poem would sound like: My cocoon tightens, and color dims. I am feeling for the air. There is little capacity for the wings. It shames her dress.The power of a butterfly is its desire to fly. Admits to the majestic meadows. Clouds moving in the sky.I must be surprised at the hint. Understand the sign. Make many careless mistakes
The connotation in this poem is refering to Emily Dickinson's life as a recluse.
The overall tone is sorrow.
The major shift in this poem is: Meadows of majesty concedes.
If one looks at the title again, it will wield something of the same nature: As my look into the the world grows slim, the colors taunt me.