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First Line: Ye living lamps, by whose dear light
Last Line: That I shall never find my home.
Variant Title(s): The Lover To The Glow-worms
Subject(s): Fireflies; Love; Glowworms


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 glowworms, whose officious flame
To wandering 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 may mind hath so displaced
That I shall never find my home.




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