The leaded window opened To move the dancing candle flame And the first Moths of summer Suicidal came. And a new breeze chattered In it's May-bud tenderness --- Sending water-lillies sailing As she turned to get undressed. And the long night awakened And we soared on powdered wings --- Circling our tomorrows In the wary month of Spring. Chasing shadows slipping In a magic lantern slide --- Creatures of the candle On a night-light-ride. Dipping and weaving --- flutter Through the golden needle's eye In our haystack madness. Butterfly-stroking On a Spring-tide high. Life's too long (as the Lemming said) As the candle burned and the Moths were wed. And we'll all burn together as the wick grows higher --- Before the candle's dead. The leaded window opened To move the dancing candle flame. And the first moths of summer Suicidal came To join in the worship Of the light that never dies In a moment's reflection Of two moths spinning in her eyes.