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The silent shepherdess,
She of my vows,
Here with me exchanging love / Under dim boughs.
Shines on our mysteries / A sudden spark -- / "Dout the candle, glow-worm, / Let all be dark.
"The birds have sung their last notes, / The Sun's to bed, / Glow-worm, dout your candle." / The glow-worm said:
"I also am a lover; / The lamp I display / Is beacon for my true love / Wandering astray.
"Through the thick bushes / And the grass comes she / With a heartload of longing / And love for me.
"Sir, enjoy your fancy, / But spare me harm, / A lover is a lover, / Though but a worm."