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THE MOTH by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE

Poet Analysis

First Line: ISLED IN THE MIDNIGHT AIR
Last Line: TO HER STRANGE TRYST.
Subject(s): MOTHS;
Isled in the midnight air,
Musked with the dark's faint bloom,
Out into glooming and secret haunts
The flame cries, 'Come!'

Lovely in dye and fan,
A-tremble in shimmering grace,
A moth from her winter swoon
Uplifts her face:

Stares from her glamorous eyes;
Wafts her on plumes like mist;
In ecstasy swirls and sways
To her strange tryst.



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