A winged spark doth soar about —
I never met it near
For Lightning it is oft mistook
When nights are hot and sere —
Its twinkling Travels it pursues
Above the Haunts of men —
A speck of Rapture — first perceived
By feeling it is gone —
Rekindled by some action quaint
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