William Shakespeare

Fairy Land

iii

COME unto these yellow sands,
    And then take hands:
Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd,—
    The wild waves whist,—
Foot it featly here and there;
And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.
            Hark, hark!
                Bow, wow,
            The watch-dogs bark:
                Bow, wow.
            Hark, hark! I hear
    The strain of strutting chanticleer
    Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow!