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"WHERE THE BEE SUCKS"
WHERE the bee sucks, there suck I:
After summer merrily.
EPILOGUE TO MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM
NOW the hungry lion roars,
And the wolf behowls the moon; Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow,
Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe
In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night
That the graves all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite,
In the church-way paths to glide: And we fairies, that do run
By the triple Hecate's team,
Following darkness like a dream,
Enter OBERON and TITANIA with their train.
OBE. Through the house give glimmering light,
By the dead and drowsy fire: Every elf and fairy sprite
Hop as light as bird from brier;
Sing, and dance it trippingly.
To each word a warbling note:
Hand in hand, with fairy grace,
[song and dance. OBE. Now, until the break of day,
Through this house each fairy stray.
"COME UNTO THESE YELLOW SANDS"
COME unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands: Courtsied when you have and kiss'd
The wild waves whist,
“FULL FATHOM FIVE"
FULL fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Ding-dong. Hark! now I hear them,-Ding-dong, bell