SILK STOCKINGS
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Till you believe you are that fairy prince
(A mulberry splashed then upon your shield!)
The pricking of your dagger made it wince,
That crafty silkworm, whom it caused to yield
Silk for the spinning of Titania's hose,
The while you begged a flower to stain them rose!
That she might dance with you from dusk to morn,
Belle of the ball about the magic thorn!
(A mulberry splashed then upon your shield!)
The pricking of your dagger made it wince,
That crafty silkworm, whom it caused to yield
Silk for the spinning of Titania's hose,
The while you begged a flower to stain them rose!
That she might dance with you from dusk to morn,
Belle of the ball about the magic thorn!
