Like the rash and giddy fly

Like the rash and giddy fly,

Fluttering about her eyes, I die.

Yet differs this, she burns away

Only by night, I night and day.

She burns only when she brings

Near unto the flame her wings.

But my sun burns everywhere,

At home, abroad, far off and near.

She knows not that the fire consumes; but I

Foresee my death, and like a desperate die.