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VI. THE GLOW-WORM.
When once I kiss'd thee, my soul's Idol new!A little glow-worm was our love's sole witness;
Whose pretty lamp gleam'd with its emerald hue,
But shadows broke not, weeting well their fitness:
And since, I often have comparison'd
Its fairy light to thee and thy dear love—
Lit up in twilight late, the broad day shunn'd;
Glowing a glory in the world's dim grove;
Held in thy heart as that within its bush—
This painting leaves with light, that cheeks with blush;
And then, for thy fair self—just such a light
As throbb'd from that sweet summer-lamp of eve,
Came melting from thine eyes on my dark sight,
And did my lit soul with bright chains enweave.
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