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.
Two Songs [lost]
by Alan Dudley Bush (1900 - 1995)
1. The moth  [sung text not yet checked]
Authorship:
- by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956), "The moth", appears in Flora: A Book of Drawings, first published 1919
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