THE NIGHT-MOTH'S COMMENT.[ALIGHTED UPON A YELLOW AUTOGRAPH LETTER OF CHESTERFIELD.]
Here is a gracious letter that one writ
Who thought this rugged world of lands and seas,
Among whose suns and rains we shadows flit—
In sorrow and in mystery, if you please—
A place to be polite and take one's ease.
Who thought this rugged world of lands and seas,
Among whose suns and rains we shadows flit—
In sorrow and in mystery, if you please—
A place to be polite and take one's ease.
My lord, above your old, dead courtesy,
Out of the light of stars, in lovelier light,
All summer-green and glad, this moth to me
Seems Nature's comment, clear and brief and bright,
On man's poor dusty vanity, to-night.
Out of the light of stars, in lovelier light,
All summer-green and glad, this moth to me
Seems Nature's comment, clear and brief and bright,
On man's poor dusty vanity, to-night.