Traveller of the summer night!
When the moon shines broad and bright
Thou pursuest thy way with glee
Thoughtless of the glow-worm’s light.
But Traveller, behold how soon
The heavy clouds obscure the moon!
And wrap in gloom each hill and tree!
And tho’ thou turnest not to see
The glow-worm trims her lamp for thee.
And still thou keepest on thy way
Well pleased with Cynthia’s mimic day,
But when no longer on the stream
Shall play her glitt’ring fitful beam
When all her fickle light is gone
She leaves thee darkling and alone!
Then, turn thee, Traveller, and see
The fairy-lamp is lit for thee!