Stanzas From Calderon's Cisma De Inglaterra

2Hast thou not seen, officious with delight,

3Move through the illumined air about the flower

4The Bee, that fears to drink its purple light,

5Lest danger lurk within that Rose's bower?

6Hast thou not marked the moth's enamoured flight

7About the Taper's flame at evening hour;

8'Till kindle in that monumental fire

9His sunflower wings their own funereal pyre?

10My heart, its wishes trembling to unfold.

11Thus round the Rose and Taper hovering came,

12'And Passion's slave, Distrust, in ashes cold.

13Smothered awhile, but could not quench the flame,' —

14Till Love, that grows by disappointment bold,

15And Opportunity, had conquered Shame;

16And like the Bee and Moth, in act to close,

17'I burned my wings, and settled on the Rose.'