We are struck from the dark And again we expire. Each is a spark Of an infinite fire....
[She falls dead.
Chorus. And to flash from the forge for a moment, and perish, is all our desire.
Tramp. Why’s she dead? She didn’t want to die.
Second Moth. (Separating, &c.) Ah ...! (Stands still)
We are drops on the crest Of a fountain that leaps—
[She falls dead.
Third Moth. (Separating) We dance without rest And return to the deeps,—
Chorus. For life is eternal, and rises from death where you think that it sleeps.
Third Moth. Life is eternal. It cannot fail. All hail to life—