Moth to Stella

Miss Flaxman

Gentle Stella sweetly shine
With mild refulgent ray
On your benighted Valentine
For he has lost his way!

For ever I would circling play
Around my Stella’s head
Nor wish to meet a brighter day
Than from her eye is shed!

But ah! incautious vent’rous thing
Ah silly! silly fly!
For ever now, you scorch your wing
Go nearer, and you die!