Versos English Radclyffe Hall Moth To The Flame

English poem

Moth To The Flame

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Moth to the flame! Fool that you be, Life's but a game, Love is the same, Better go free!

Moth to the fire! Madness your fate; Burnt of desire, If you expire, Joy comes too late.

Moth to the kiss Bringing you death! "Gladly for this Agonized bliss, With my last breath Will I adore As ne'er before!" Foolish Moth saith.