FLY away, O white-winged moth! Wherefore burn your tender wings? Fatal is the flame you love To such gauzy things. That too ardent crimson ray Only steel may safely prove: Use your wings to fly away -- You're too slight for love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NIGHTINGALE; A CONVERSATION POEM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TWO OF A TRADE by SAMUEL WILLOUGHBY DUFFIELD TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 16. A FAREWELL by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE DICING by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS TITA'S TEARS; A FANTASY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ON THE STATUE OF AN ANGEL, BY BIENAIME by WASHINGTON ALLSTON |