I, like a moth to the candle,
⁠Am chained by a glance from your eye.
If I shun you, the world is in darkness;
⁠If I seek my desire, I die.

I hide 'neath the wings of my fancy,
⁠I seek out my room's darkest shade;
Your shining still follows me ever,
⁠Till I fly to my doom unafraid.

And yet, in my seeking I shun you,
⁠In shunning I seek for love's sake;
My wings will draw near you, not save me,
⁠Like a bird's 'neath the eye of a snake.

Have pity; I watched from my shadow
⁠A brother's wings fall 'neath your touch.
Loved you not the joy of his flitting?
⁠Or is pride's cold victory such