My Beloved Kindred and Village Bridgebuilders…
She never had seen a firefly
And she was nearly nine!
Just fancy, tucking a child in bed
Before the Fireflies shine
Summer after Summer
Till one is nearly nine!
Now if she had missed the Faeries
You perhaps might understand,
For Faeries are quite exclusive–
A shy and timid band,
But Fireflies glow Like stardust
Over all the meadow land.
I wakened her from slumber
and led her down the hill,
The grass was wet with dewdrops
And everything was still,
When suddenly all through the Glen
We saw the darkness fill.
“Oh see, they’re at a party!”
Excitedly she spoke:
“I never dreamed that there could be
So many Firefly Folk.
It’s like the sky turned upside down–
And can’t you smell the smoke!”