Manuscript:
Transcription:
[editor's note: written in pencil in right
corner of page]:
Waif of the summer night
A myth in velvet dust
Frail devotee of light
Shivering in idle quest
Tinted with Tyrian dyes
A hint of tropic heat
Faint in the early morning
Thy silly life complete
[editor's note: title marked with pencil
parentheses]
--------(IRONY)-----
_"crushed before the moth"_
Job .
[editor's note: written in pencil on left side
of page and above typescript body]:
Whose foundation is
in the dust which are
crushed before the moth- Job
4 Frail devotee of light
So bent of idle quest! 3
2 Waif of the Summer night; 1
1 Tinted with Tyrian dyes,
2 A hint of tropic heat–
3 Faint in the morning light dawn
4 Thy silly life complete.
O man of pride and boast,
Is this thy stronger host?
Thou'rt"crushed before the moth" .
[editor's note: written in pencil beneath
typescript]:
Frail devotee of light
1 A myth in velvet dust
2 Waif of the Summer night
3 Spiraling in idle quest
4 Frail devotee of light
