To Julia
HER eyes the glow-worme lend thee,
The shooting-starres attend thee,
      And the elves also,
      Whose little eyes glow
Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.

No Will-o’-th’-wispe mislight thee,
Nor snake nor slow-worm bite thee;
      But on thy way,
      Not making stay,
Since ghost there ’s none...