NIGHT’S DREAM
I do waNder every where
I must go and seek some dewdrops
in Grove or green
by moonligHt
sTolen away from the fairy land
joy and proSperity
since the miDdle summer’s spring
dance our Ringlets to the whistling wind
the quaint mazEs in the autumn green
do Abound
in the fresh lap of criMson rose.
note: phrases from MSND, Act Second, Scene First
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