L^lcifers and the Poets. 



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it. But light up tens of millions of fireflies in the bushes 

 on either side, in all the openings in the undergrowth, and 

 the path, even though twelve feet wide and straight as an 

 arrow, is nowhere. It is one of the frauds of poetry, but, 

 all the same, one of the charms of nature. 



