Words for the Chisel (collection)/Tiger Moth
Appearance
Tiger Moth
Black and Savage, here I lie
Taken by thy symmetry,
Taken by thy symmetry,
Quiet as the little beast
Taken in the jungle midst;
Taken in the jungle midst;
Breathing lightly, lest I stir
Some of thy bold gossamer,
Some of thy bold gossamer,
Wanting sleep, where all forget
Dew of terror made them wet,
Dew of terror made them wet,
With mortality come on
And the crying glory gone;
And the crying glory gone;
So to wake as we began
Just a woman and a man.
Just a woman and a man.