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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
The Mower to the Glow-Worms
By Andrew Marvell (1621–1678)
 
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        5
  No war, nor prince’s funeral,
Shining unto no other end
  Than to presage the grass’s fall!
 
Ye glow-worms, whose officious flame
  To wandering mowers shows the way,        10
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 displaced,        15
  That I shall never find my home.
 
 
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