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Among all lovely things my Love had been ; Had noted well the stars, all flowers that grew About her home; but she had never seen
A Glow-worm, never one, and this I knew.
While riding near her home one stormy night
Upon a leaf the Glow-worm did I lay,
To bear it with me through the stormy night: And, as before, it shone without dismay; Albeit putting forth a fainter light.
When to the Dwelling of my Love I came,
And left the Glow-worm, blessing it by name,
The whole next day, I hoped, and hoped with fear;
among unknown Men,
In Lands beyond the Sea;
Nor England! did I know till then
What love I bore to thee.
'Tis past, that melancholy dream!
-A second time; for still I seem
Among thy mountains did I feel
The joy of my desire;
And She I cherish'd turn'd her wheel
Beside an English fire.
Thy mornings shew'd—thy nights conceal'd The bowers where Lucy play'd;
And thine is, too, the last green
Which Lucy's eyes survey'd!