The Moth Poem by Walter de la Mare
The Moth
Rating: ★2.7
Isled in the midnight air,
Musked with the dark's faint bloom,
Out into glooming and secret haunts
The flame cries, 'Come!'
Lovely in dye and fan,
A-tremble in shimmering grace,
A moth from her winter swoon
Uplifts her face:
Stares from her glamorous eyes;
Wafts her on plumes like mist;
In ecstasy swirls and sways
To her strange tryst.
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5/9/2024 12:32:15 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I have always loved the secretive and dangerous aura of this lovely poem.