Friday, May 11, 2007

Ariel's ayre

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.

That's from Shakespeare's The Tempest, 1611.

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