Какой задор у светляка:
Живой лампадкой, деловит,
Пускай она не столь ярка,
Он всю округу облетит.
Не светоносен как звезда,
Храбрится на вторых ролях,
Но летний вечер у пруда
Стал веселее на глазах.

Amelia Josephine Burr

A Minor Poet

The firefly, flickering about
In busy brightness, near and far
Lets not his little lamp go out
Because he cannot be a star.
He only seeks, the hour he lives,
Bravely his tiny part to play,
And all his being freely gives
To make a summer evening gay.
From "In Deep Places"; a book of Verse, рage 83