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Dance Of The Fireflies

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What sees the eye? In the darkness fly,
A thousand little lamps alight.
The others hushed in wealthy thoughts,
As princely jogs the kindled lot.



In fervent hop above the head,
In restless trot around the feet.
What lies unseen in daylight, made
Into a dancing, golden fleet.



Dance, the heart, to the merry sight;
Lighter feels the beholder in mind,
Smile he does to the graceful flight,
Of little stars in the land of blind.



When all around sleep the likes,
Shimmer, flicker, stagger all-
A gilded light doth come alive,
And then a thousand follow waltz.



One by one, and off and on,
In and out of caves and boughs;
Ballet to a silent song:
Candle light in streaming rows.



Greener goes the silver Moon,
As regal goes the legion’s march;
Brighter shines the gilded shoon-
In idle waves and floating arch.



The pallor of dawn, and the awakening rays,
With greater gold outshines the grace;
Softly tread away the gems,
To be seen again in nightly realms.





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