The Mower to the Glow-Worms by Andrew Marvell
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The Mower to the Glow-Worms by Andrew Marvell

by HauntedHead

 

>Ye living lamps, by whose dear light 

>The nightingale does sit so late, 

>And studying all the summer night, 

>Her matchless songs does meditate; 

 

>Ye country comets, that portend 

>No war nor prince’s funeral, 

>Shining unto no higher end 

>Than to presage the grass’s fall; 

 

>Ye glow-worms, whose officious flame 

>To wand’ring mowers shows the way, 

>That in the night have lost their aim, 

>And after foolish fires do stray; 

 

>Your courteous lights in vain you waste, 

>Since Juliana here is come, 

>For she my mind hath so displac’d 

>That I shall never find my home.

 

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