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

The Mower to the Glow-Worms

Andrew Marvell * Track #23 On Miscellaneous Poems

The Mower to the Glow-Worms Annotated

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 county 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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