Twilight in July

Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee,
The shooting stars attend thee;
And the elves also,
Whose little eyes glow
Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.

No Will-o’-the-Wisp mislight thee,
Nor snake or slow-worm bite thee;
but on, on thy way,
Not making a stay,
Since ghost there’s not to affright thee.

Let not the dark thee cumber;
What though the moon does slumber?
The stars of the night
Will lend thee their light,
Like tapers clear, without number…

– Robert Herrick