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."