THE fireflies across the dusk <br />Are flashing signals through the gloom— <br />Courageous messengers of light <br />That dare immensities of doom. <br />About the seeding meadow-grass, <br />Like busy watchmen in the street, <br />They come and go, they turn and pass, <br />Lighting the way for Beauty's feet. <br />Or up they float on viewless wings <br />To twinkle high among the trees, <br />And rival with soft glimmerings <br />The shining of the Pleiades. <br />The stars that wheel above the hill <br />Are not more wonderful to see, <br />Nor the great tasks that they fulfill <br />More needed in eternity.<br /><br />Bliss William Carman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fireflies-18/
