Ye living lamps, by whose dear light
The nightingale does sit so late;
And studying all the read more

Ye living lamps, by whose dear light
The nightingale does sit so late;
And studying all the summer night,
Her matchless songs does meditate.

While many a glowworm in the shade
Lights up her love torch.

While many a glowworm in the shade
Lights up her love torch.

Here's a health to the glow-worm, Death's sober lamplighter.

Here's a health to the glow-worm, Death's sober lamplighter.

Among the crooked lanes, on every hedge,
The glow-worm lights his gem; and through the dark,
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Among the crooked lanes, on every hedge,
The glow-worm lights his gem; and through the dark,
A moving radiance twinkles.

Glow-worms on the ground are moving,
As if in the torch-dance circling.

Glow-worms on the ground are moving,
As if in the torch-dance circling.

Tasteful illumination of the night,
Bright scattered, twinkling star of spangled earth.

Tasteful illumination of the night,
Bright scattered, twinkling star of spangled earth.

The glowworm shows the matin to be near
And gins to pale his uneffectual fire.

The glowworm shows the matin to be near
And gins to pale his uneffectual fire.

My star, God's glowworm.

My star, God's glowworm.

Ye country comets, that portend
No war not princes' funeral
Shining unto no other end
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Ye country comets, that portend
No war not princes' funeral
Shining unto no other end
Than to presage the grass's fall.