The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton | ||
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WARNING.
Fly away, O white-winged moth!
Wherefore burn your tender wings?
Fatal is the flame you love
To such gauzy things.
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.
Only steel may safely prove:
Use your wings to fly away—
You 're too slight for love.
The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton | ||