The Turquoise Story Book: Stories and Legends of Summer and Nature
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The Turquoise Story Book: Stories and Legends of Summer and Nature
Nature -- Juvenile literature; Summer -- Juvenile literature
(OBERON _touches the queen's eyes with an
herb which lifts the charm_)
Be as thou wast wont to be,
See as thou wast wont to see:
Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower
Hath such force and blessed power.
Now, my Titania; wake you, my sweet Queen!
TITANIA.
My Oberon! what visions have I seen!
Methought I was enamour'd of an ass.
OBERON.
Sound music! Come, my Queen, take hands with me....
PUCK.
Fairy King, attend and mark:
I do hear the morning lark.
OBERON.
Then, my Queen, in silence sad,
Trip we after the night shade:
We the globe can compass soon
Swifter than the wand'ring moon.
TITANIA.
Come, my lord.
(_Exeunt_ OBERON, TITANIA, _and train_)
PUCK.
If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumberéd here
While these visions did appear.
So, good-night unto you all;
Give me your hands if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.
IN THE COOL OF THE EVENING
In the cool of the evening, when the low sweet whispers waken,
When the labourers turn them homeward, and the weary have their will,
When the censers of the roses o'er the forest-aisles are shaken,
Is it but the wind that cometh o'er the far green hill?
For they say 'tis but the sunset winds that wander through the heather,
Rustle all the meadow-grass and bend the dewy fern;
They say 'tis but the winds that bow the reeds in prayer together,
And fill the shaken pools with fire along the shadowy burn.
In the beauty of the twilight, in the Garden that He loveth,
They have veiled His lovely vesture with the darkness of a name!
Thro' His Garden, thro' His Garden it is but the wind that moveth,
No more; but O the miracle, the miracle is the same!
In the cool of the evening, when the sky is an old story
Slowly dying, but remembered, ay, and loved with passion still,
Hush! ... the fringes of His garment, in the fading golden glory,
Softly rustling as He cometh o'er the far green hill.
ALFRED NOYES.
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FOOTNOTES:
Transcriber's Note
The original spelling and punctuation has been retained.
Variations in hyphenation and compound words have been preserved.
Italicized words and phrases in the text version are presented by
surrounding the text with underscores.
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