19 In the vegetable dusk fire-flies

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In the vegetable dusk fire-flies

 

blink on, blink off.  Our fingers dredge
 

 the air, and our phosphorescent eyes

 

flicker in every thicket and hedge.

 

 

 

Children of the summer night

 

that gathers us, we gather light,

 

and homeward carry in fragile jars,

 

a universe of dying stars.