"Come, follow, follow me, You fairy elves that be: Which circle on the green, Come follow Mab your queen. Hand in hand let's dance around, For this place is fairy ground. "Upon a mushroom's head Our table-cloth we spread; A grain of rye or wheat, Is manchet which we eat: Pearly drops of dew we drink, In acorn cups fill'd to the brink. "The grasshopper, gnat, and fly, Serve for our minstrelsy: Grace said, we dance a while, And so the time beguile; And if the moon doth hide her head, The glow-worm lights us home to bed. "On tops of dewy grass So nimbly do we pass, The young and tender stalk Ne'er bends when we do walk; Yet in the morning may be seen Where we the night before have been." Another poet says-- "O'er the dewy green, By the glow-worm's light, Dance the elves of night, Unheard, unseen. Yet where their midnight pranks have been, The circled turf will betray to-morrow." Nor was the superstition unknown to Shakspeare; was there anything unknown to him? Listen:-- "And nightly meadow-fairies, look you sing, Like to the Garter's compass, in a ring; The expressure that it bears, green let it be, More fertile-fresh than all the field to see; And, Honi soit qui mal y pense, write In emerald tufts, flowers, purple, blue, and white: Like sapphire, pearl, and rich embroidery, Buckled below fair knighthood's bending knee! Fairies use flowers for their charactery."