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At morning, when the earth and sky
Are glowing with the light of spring,
We see thee not, thou humble fly!
Nor think upon thy gleaming wing.
But when the skies have lost their hue,
And sunny lights no longer play,
Oh then we see and bless thee too
For sparkling o'er the dreary way.
Thus let me hope, when lost to me
The lights that now my life illume,
Some milder joys may come, like thee,
To cheer, if not to warm, the gloom!
This poem is in the public domain.
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Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852) was an Irish poet, composer, and songwriter who enjoyed both fame and financial success from his writing throughout his lifetime. Though Irish by birth, Thomas lived most of his life in London; nonetheless, he is considered Ireland’s national poet. Fond of a good time, Thomas avoided prison at one point by moving to Bermuda until his debts in London could be paid. He was a close friend of Lord Byron, internationally known for his songs and poems and, at one point, Edgar Allan Poe pronounced Thomas "the most popular poet now living".
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Newf:
Fireflies were not part of my growing up, but I love the poem.
Posted 05/24/2016 04:45 PM
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rhonasheridan:
Sri Lanka is firefly heaven. Millions of them - they look so beautiful in palm trees. Quite magical.
Posted 05/24/2016 10:36 AM
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loisflmom:
Loved them as a child, but have not seen any since living in Florida. Too bad the children here are missing their magic!
Posted 05/24/2016 10:08 AM
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ElizabethP:
A perfect poem for today. Thanks!
Posted 05/24/2016 09:10 AM
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blueskies:
Fireflys! Magic as a child. Magic to 'warm the gloom' now. Thanks, Jayne.
Posted 05/24/2016 06:57 AM
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