Fireflies shine in the dark to reclaim woods. Their blissful shyness gently expresses itself with a natural drive that lights up the beholder. The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, and for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs. And light them at the fiery glow-worm’s eyes, to have my love to bed and to arise. And pluck the wings from painted butterflies to fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.
“A Midsummer Night’s Dream” (W. Shakespeare)