Can anyone help me to find out which poem and author this paragraph comes from ?
The glorious day was in its last decline,
long shadows lay on the sword,
and from above the leaves dripped,
their shimmering drops of gold green light,
moths and butterfies swarmed in merry hosts,
flittering here, glimmering there,
but hush, could that be a deer?

Could it be from a poetry category in the Edward Bulwer Lytton contest?

Where'd you get this fragment from, Gerard?

Sorry, I cannot remember the source. It must have been more than ten years ago that I heard it and it seems to have stuck in my memory.
Gerard.