Hath become dazzled by the bale-fire’s gold.
He flutters round it long with sable wings;
E’en as the moth, attracted by the fire,
Into the flame abrupt its body flings;
Th’ enormous Jotun-fly doth thus expire,
By his own impulse hurl’d against the blazing pyre.
E’en so doth every frightful vision dire,
Which terrifies mankind i’ th’ hour of night,
Dissolve, when blazes forth the gorgeous pyre,
Which from the east dispenses warmth and light.