I have killed the moth flying around my night-light; wingless and dead it lies upon the floor. (O who will kill the great Time-Moth that eats holes in my soul and that burrows in and through my secretest veils!) My will against its will, and no more will it fly at my night-light or be hidden behind the curtains that swing in the winds. (But O who will shatter the Change-Moth that leaves me in rags -- tattered old tapestries that swing in the winds that blow out of Chaos!) Night-Moth, Change-Moth, Time-Moth, eaters of dreams and of me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ECSTASY [EXTASIE] by JOHN DONNE THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS IN NEW ENGLAND [NOVEMBER 19, 1620] by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 13 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THOSE EVENING BELLS by THOMAS MOORE |