A Moth a Firefly sought to woo:
“Oh, wed me, I pray, thou bright star-child,
To win thee there’s nothing I’d dare not do.”
“If thou art sincere,” the Firefly cried,
“Go—bring me a light that will equal my own;
Not until then will I deign be thy bride;”—
Undaunted the Moth heard her mocking tone.
Afar he beheld a brilliant torch,
Forward he dashed, on rapid wing,
Into the light to bear it hence;—