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;—