'I remember that in my youth this gloom used to call forth to my fancy a thousand fairy visions, and romantic images; and, I own, I am not yet wholly insensible of that high enthusiasm, which wakes the poet's dream: I can linger, with solemn steps, under the deep shades, send forward a transforming eye into the distant obscurity, and listen with thrilling delight to the mystic murmuring of the woods.' 'O my dear father,' said Emily, while a sudden tear started to her eye, 'how exactly you describe what I have felt so often, and which I thought nobody had ever felt but myself! But hark! here comes the sweeping sound over the wood-tops;--now it dies away;--how solemn the stillness that succeeds! Now the breeze swells again.

It is like the voice of some supernatural being--the voice of the spirit of the woods, that watches over them by night.

Ah! what light is yonder?
But it is gone.

And now it gleams again, near the root of that large chestnut: look, sir!' 'Are you such an admirer of nature,' said St.Aubert, 'and so little acquainted with her appearances as not to know that for the glow-worm?
But come,' added he gaily, 'step a little further, and we shall see fairies, perhaps; they are often companions.

The glow-worm lends his light, and they in return charm him with music, and the dance.