p>Ye living lamps, by whose dear light
The nightingale does sit so late
And studying all the summer night
Her matchless songs does meditate;Ye country comets, that portend
No war, nor prince's funeral,
Shining unto no higher end
Than to presage the grasses's fall;Ye glow-worms whose officious flame
To wandering mowers shows the way,
That in the night have lost their aim
And after foolish fires do stray;Your courteous lights in vain you waste,
Since juliana here is come,
For she my mind hath so displaced
That I shall never find my home. (Andrew Marvell)

p>Ye living lamps, by whose dear light The nightingale does sit so late And studying all the summer night Her matchless songs does meditate;Ye country comets, that portend No war, nor prince's funeral, Shining unto no higher end Than to presage the grasses's fall;Ye glow-worms whose officious flame To wandering mowers shows the way, That in the night have lost their aim And after foolish fires do stray;Your courteous lights in vain you waste, Since juliana here is come, For she my mind hath so displaced That I shall never find my home.

Andrew Marvell

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