I do wander everywhere, In those freckles live their savors: II From "A Midsummer-Night's Dream" You spotted snakes with double tongue, Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen; Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong; Come not near our fairy queen. Philomel, with melody, Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby! Never harm, Nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; Weaving spiders, come not here; Hence, you long-legged spinners, hence! Beetles black, approach not near; Worm nor snail, do no offence. Philomel, with melody, Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby! Never harm, Nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good-night, with lullaby. Queen Mab 225 III From "The Tempest" COME unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Court'sied when you have, and kissed,— 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 IV From "The Tempest" WHERE the bee sucks, there suck I: In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily: Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. William Shakespeare [1564-1616] QUEEN MAB From "The Satyr" THIS is Mab, the Mistress-Fairy, She that pinches country wenches And with sharper nails remembers This is she that empties cradles, She can start our Franklins' daughters, Some of husbands, some of lovers, Which an empty dream discovers. Ben Jonson [1573?-1637] THE PALACE OF THE FAIRIES From "Nymphidia" THIS palace standeth in the air, By necromancy placed there, That it no tempest needs to fear, Which way soc'er it blow it. And somewhat southward toward the noon, The walls of spiders' legs are made It curiously that builded; With moonshine that are gilded. Michael Drayton [1563-1631] Fairy Song 227 "OH! WHERE DO FAIRIES HIDE THEIR HEADS?" OH! where do fairies hide their heads, When snow lies on the hills, When frost has spoiled their mossy beds, And draughts of dew they cannot sip, Perhaps, in small, blue diving-bells Carousals they maintain; And cheer their little spirits thus, When they return, there will be mirth And music in the air. And fairy wings upon the earth, And mischief everywhere. The maids, to keep the elves aloof, Thomas Haynes Bayly [1797-1839] FAIRY SONG From "Amyntas" WE the Fairies, blithe and antic, Though the moonshine mostly keep us, Oft in orchards frisk and peep us. Stolen sweets are always sweeter, When to bed the world is bobbing, Yet the fruit were scarce worth peeling Translated by Leigh Hunt from the Latin of Thomas Randolph FAIRY SONG HAVE ye left the greenwood lone? Are your steps forever gone? Fairy King and Elfin Queen, Come ye to the sylvan scene, [1605-1635] From your dim and distant shore, Never more? Shall the pilgrim never hear With a thrill of joy and fear, "Mortal! ne'er shall bowers of earth "Ne'er on earth-born lily's stem Never more!" Felicia Dorothea Hemans [1793-1835] |