We are struck from the dark
And again we expire.
Each is a spark
Of an infinite fire. . . .
[She falls dead.
Chorus. And to flash from the forge for a moment, and perish, is all our desire.
Tramp. Why ’s she dead? She didn’t want to die.
Second Moth. (Separating, &c.) Ah . . .! (Stands still)
We are drops on the crest
Of a fountain that leaps—
[She falls dead.
Third Moth. (Separating)
We dance without rest
And return to the deeps,—
Chorus. For life is eternal, and rises from death where you think that it sleeps.
Third Moth. Life is eternal. It cannot fail.
All hail to life—
Moths.All hail, all hail!
Tramp. Life and death—seems they’re both good if we know how to treat ’em. I’m a battered old moth, I am, but I’ll dance with yer! All hail to life!
Moths. All hail, all hail!
[Moth after Moth falls dead.
Tramp. Butterflies, beetles, moths, and men—why can’t we all live ’appy together? The world’s big enough, and life could be ’appy for everythink—if we ’ad a bit o’ sense.
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