by: Edgar Fawcett (1847-1904)
- SAW, one
sultry night above a swamp,
- The darkness throbbing with their golden pomp!
- And long my dazzled sight they did entrance
- With the weird chaos of their dizzy dance!
- Quicker than yellow leaves, when gales despoil,
- Quivered the brilliance of their mute turmoil,
- Within whose light was intricately blent
- Perpetual rise, perpetual descent.
- As though their scintillant flickerings had met
- In the vague meshes of some airy net!
- And now mysteriously I seemed to guess,
- While watching their tumultuous loveliness,
- What fervor of deep passion strangely thrives
- In the warm richness of these tropic lives,
- Whose wings can never tremble but they show
- These hearts of living fire that beat below!
POEMS BY EDGAR FAWCETT
"Fireflies" is reprinted
from The Little Book of American Poets: 1787-1900. Ed.
Jessie B. Rittenhouse. Cambridge: Riverside Press, 1915.