Classic Poem

WHEREIN HE FANCIES HIMSELF LIKE THAT INSECT WHICH, DARTING INTO ONE'S EYES, THERE MEETS ITS DEATH

As when at times in summer's livid spells,
Witched by the glare, the simple insect flies,
Like something charmed, into the passer's eyes,
Whence pain the one and death the other quells,
Forever thus my fatal sun compels
Flight to those deep blue stars of paradise,
All reason overcome, Love fierce, unwise,
Judgment by impulse crowned with cap and bells.
Distinctly I perceive no good they cherish,
And, since their torment strips me of my will,
I see that I am doomed at length to perish;
But Love so dazzles, so deludes me still,
My heart their hurt and not my loss bemoans,
And blinded, its own death my soul condones.