Now, motionless and dark, eluded search Self-shrouded: and anon, starring the sky, Rose like a shower of fire.

Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade Glitter like a swarm of fireflies tangled in a silver braid.

Tiny Salmoneus of the air His mimic bolts the firefly threw.

And the fireflies, Wah-wah-taysee, Waved their torches to mislead him.

The fireflies o'er the meadow In pulses come and go.

Is it where the flow'r of the orange blows, And the fireflies dance thro' the myrtle boughs?