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Andrew Marvell - The Mower To The Glow-WormsAndrew Marvell - The Mower To The Glow-Worms
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    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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