Thursday 15 February 2018

Where the bee sucks there suck I




Ariel’s song from the Tempest
William Shakespeare




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.



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