Among All Lovely Things My Love Had Been; Had Noted Well The Stars, All Flowers That Grew About Her Home; But She Had Never Seen A Glow-Worm, Never One, And This I Knew. While Riding Near Her Home One Stormy Night A Single Glow-Worm Did I Chance To Espy; I Gave A Fervent Welcome To The Sight, And From My Horse I Leapt; Great Joy Had I. Upon A Leaf The Glow-Worm Did I Lay, To Bear It With Me Through The Stormy Night: And, As Before, It Shone Without Dismay; Albeit Putting Forth A Fainter Light. When To The Dwelling Of My Love I Came, I Went Into The Orchard Quietly; And Left The Glow-Worm, Blessing It By Name, Laid Safely By Itself, Beneath A Tree. The Whole Next Day, I Hoped, And Hoped With Fear; At Night The Glow-Worm Shone Beneath The Tree; I Led My Lucy To The Spot, "Look Here," Oh! Joy It Was For Her, And Joy For Me!