by Cristel Hastings
published in BREEZY STORIES, February 1936
Frail and Fragile,
Gauzy-winged,
Spirit of a summer night—
Dancing, searching
Restlessly,
In the fitful candle-light.
“Just a night moth,”
Was my thought,
As I watched your restless flight.
Gray dawn found you
Lifeless—burned!
You had danced too near the light.