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"Crushed before the Moth"
Waif of the Summer night
All soft in velvet dust
Frail devotee of Light
So bent on idle quest.
- – — – -
Fluttering in helpless
flight
A hint of Tropic heat
Faint in the morning light
Thy silly life complete.
Oh man of pride and
boast
This is thy stronger host –
"Thou'rt crushed before the
moth"
