Drinking the stars' soft beam:—
And the tears nightly poured
Into the flowret's bell,
Furnish our dainty board,
Nourish us well.—
Over the tall rank grass we hie,
In the flower-bells nestling lie,
But flowers, nor grass
Bend when we pass,
So lightly the fairies' feet trip by!
I' the tangled weed, by ocean's brim,
O'er the smooth lake, we sport and swim;
But on sea, nor lake,
Will a bubble break,
Where Fairy feet do lightly skim.
TITANIA.
Break off! sleep steals upon my drooping sense:
Murmur some gentle lullaby—and wave
Your fans of rose leaves, and the delicate wings
