Katharine Tynan

Summer Night

All in the leafy lanes
  The glow-worm lights his lamp. 
The nightingale complains
  In scented dew and damp.

The nightingale her ache
  Bares to the lonely night, 
When there is none awake,
  Nothing in vale or height.

The glow-worm lights his lamp
  Under the blossomed may,
Hung in the dew and damp
  His lamp lights up the way.

The nightingale complains
  All night to field and grove; 
The glow-worm in the lanes
  Hath lit a lamp to Love.