Fireflies

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