"The Mower to the Glow-Worms" is one of four "Mower" poems written by 17th-century English poet Andrew Marvell. In this poem, the titular mower praises some nearby glow-worms (a.k.a. fireflies) for lighting the way as he cuts grass at night. And yet, the speaker laments that the creatures' lovely light is ultimately wasted on him; he can't fully appreciate nature's kindness and splendor because he's too distracted by his unrequited love for a woman named Juliana. Heartbreak, the poem suggests, can make it difficult for people to see beyond their own pain.
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1Ye living lamps, by whose dear light
2The nightingale does sit so late,
3And studying all the summer night,
4Her matchless songs does meditate;
5Ye country comets, that portend
6No war nor prince’s funeral,
7Shining unto no higher end
8Than to presage the grass's fall;
9Ye glow-worms, whose officious flame
10To wand'ring mowers shows the way,
11That in the night have lost their aim,
12And after foolish fires do stray;
13Your courteous lights in vain you waste,
14Since Juliana here is come,
15For she my mind hath so displac'd
16That I shall never find my home.
1Ye living lamps, by whose dear light
2The nightingale does sit so late,
3And studying all the summer night,
4Her matchless songs does meditate;
5Ye country comets, that portend
6No war nor prince’s funeral,
7Shining unto no higher end
8Than to presage the grass's fall;
9Ye glow-worms, whose officious flame
10To wand'ring mowers shows the way,
11That in the night have lost their aim,
12And after foolish fires do stray;
13Your courteous lights in vain you waste,
14Since Juliana here is come,
15For she my mind hath so displac'd
16That I shall never find my home.
Ye living lamps, by whose dear light
The nightingale does sit so late,
And studying all the summer night,
Her matchless songs does meditate;
Ye country comets, that portend
No war nor prince’s funeral,
Shining unto no higher end
Than to presage the grass's fall;
Ye glow-worms, whose officious flame
To wand'ring mowers shows the way,
That in the night have lost their aim,
And after foolish fires do stray;
Your courteous lights in vain you waste,
Since Juliana here is come,
For she my mind hath so displac'd
That I shall never find my home.
Select any word below to get its definition in the context of the poem. The words are listed in the order in which they appear in the poem.
The Mower's Song — Read a Guardian article about another of the Mower poem (and the sequence more generally).
Marvell's Life and Work — Dive into a Marvell-ous set of resources from the Poetry Foundation.
Secrets of the Glow-worm — Learn more about the creatures at the heart of the poem—which aren't really worms at all!