The Moth
Let the white moth go by,
Because some wandering spirit it may be
That loves the kindly earth so close and dear,
It cannot break the bonds that keep it here.
The day's for us and all the daylight cheer;
Twilight's for delicate things more glad than we.
Moths have their right as well as birds to fly;
Let the white moth go by.
Let the white moth go by:
It has a mate whose wings shine silverly
Somewhere beneath the moonlight, calling it
To join its airy dances, and to knit
Two joys in one, for very full must be
The little lives that two suns cannot see —
Because we love our childhood, you and I,
And would not let one delicate memory die,
And know our kinship to all lives that are,
To every dewdrop and each falling star —
Let the white moth go by.