Fairy Landiv

by William Shakespeare (1564–1616) English

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.

Source: Bartleby.com (archived copy)

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Fairy Landiv

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