belated glow Rises the ruddy moon's imperfect round, Shedding so faint a
light, at every tread One's sure to stumble 'gainst a rock or tree! An Ignis
Fatuus I must call instead. Yonder one burning merrily, I see. Holla! my
friend! may I request your light? Why should you flare away so uselessly? Be
kind enough to show us up the height!
Through reverence, I hope I may subdue The lightness of my nature; true, Our
So men, forsooth, he thinks to imitate! Now, in the devil's name, for once go
straight! Or out at once your flickering life I'll blow.