Who shall quench the soul’s desire
Of the moth, that is God’s fire?
Who shall with a painted cloth
Stain the bright wings of the moth?
Who shall with an evil foot
Stamp the life out of a root?
Who shall turn upon his heel
And bid the scarlet sun to reel?
None, for none shall know his hour
To flout the beauty of a flower.
(Arthur Symons)
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