The Desire Of The Moth
Woman's a star, a rose; Man but a moth, a bee: High now as heaven she glows, Low now as earth and sea: Star of the world and rose, Clothed on with mystery. Ever a goal, a lure, Man, for his joy and woe, Strives to attain to her, Beating wild wings below, Dying to make him sure If she be flame or snow.
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