Still, still I see the fireflies
Wandering thro’ the dusk,
And the music falls about us,
Like petals of rich musk.
“Ah, love is but a firefly,”
The voice of the viol plead;
“A scarlet, wandering firefly,
By every fancy led.”
“Love, the Firefly” as it appears in Higginson’s The Voice of April-Land and Other Poems (1903).