Tell it only to the wise for the crowd at once will jeer that which is alive i praise that which longs for death by fire
cooled by passionate love at night procreated, procreating you have known the alien feeling in the calm of candlelight
gloom embraced will lie no more by the flickering shades obscured but are seized by new desire to higher union lured
then no distance holds you fast winged, enchanted, on you fly light your longing, and at least moth, you meet the flame and die
never prompted to that quest die and dare rebirth you remain a dreary guest on our gloomy earth
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