Grievous Peril of a Gallant in Moth Metaphor

Animated glass that drawest nigh
unto the light, with thy life-freezing dark,
and from the fluttering circumference
pantest toward the sudden point of death.

In tiny sea of brightness gulfs of gloom
behold, thou ship that spreadest living sail;
the more funereal night of thy dismay
takes fire from the light thou comest to.

Let not thy coward spirit from the light
in which thou burnest turn aside its wings;
in the fire of thy seeking be consumed.

Joyfully amid its flames flagrate:
for ceasing to be that which thou hast lived
thou turnest into that which thou hast loved.
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