Tiny Salmoneus of the air His mimic bolts the firefly threw.

The fireflies o'er the meadow In pulses come and go.

Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade Glitter like a swarm of fireflies tangled in a silver braid.

And the fireflies, Wah-wah-taysee, Waved their torches to mislead him.

Is it where the flow'r of the orange blows, And the fireflies dance thro' the myrtle boughs?

Before, beside us, and above The firefly lights his lamp of love.