THE fairies do not like the dark. The glow-worm is their lamp That shines about now here, now there, And sputters in the damp. The fairies meet each other, While traveling through the night. And just to show their friendliness Each shakes a little light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PORTRAIT OF A BOY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET JOHNNY SPAIN'S WHITE HEIFER by HAYDEN CARRUTH ON BEING ASKED TO WRITE A POEM AGAINST THE WAR IN VIETNAM by HAYDEN CARRUTH AND SO, I THINK DIOGENES by AMY LOWELL SUGGESTED BY THE COVER OF A VOLUME OF KEATS'S POEMS by AMY LOWELL |