Poem by Amelia Josephine Burr

A Minor Poet

The firefly, flickering about
In busy brightness, near and far
Lets not his little lamp go out
Because he cannot be a star.
He only seeks, the hour he lives,
Bravely his tiny part to play,
And all his being freely gives
To make a summer evening gay.

Amy Levy A Minor Poet ("Here is the phial; here I turn the key")

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