| AMONG all lovely things my Love had been;
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| Had noted well the stars, all flowers that grew
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| About her home; |
| but she had never seen
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| A glow-worm, never one, and this I knew.
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| While riding near her home one stormy night
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| A single glow-worm did I chance to espy;
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| I gave a fervent welcome to the sight,
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| And from my horse I leapt; |
| great joy had I.
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| Upon a leaf the glow-worm did I lay,
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| To bear it with me through the stormy night: 10
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| And, as before, it shone without dismay;
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| Albeit putting forth a fainter light.
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| When to the dwelling of my Love I came,
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| I went into the orchard quietly;
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| And left the glow-worm, blessing it by name,
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| Laid safely by itself, beneath a tree.
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| The whole next day, I hoped, and hoped with fear;
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| At night the glow-worm shone beneath the tree;
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| I led my Lucy to the spot, «Look here,»
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| Oh! |
| joy it was for her, and joy for me! |