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Published in The Muses' Delight, 1786.
Lyrics: "In imitation of Shakespear 2d. Act Scene 5 Midsummer Nights Dream"
Lo here, beneath this hallow'd shade,
Within a cowslip's blossom deep,
The lovely Queen of Elves is laid;
May nought disturb her balmy sleep.
Let not the snake or baleful toad
Approach the silent mansion near,
Or newt profane the sweet abode,
Or owl repeat her orgies here!
No snail or worm shall hither come
With noxious filth her bow'r to stain;
Hence the beetle's sullen hum,
And spider's disembowel'd train.
The love-lorn nightingale alone
Shall thro' Titania's arbour stray,
To soothe her sleep with melting moan,
And lull her with his sweetest lay.
Lo here, beneath this hallow'd shade,
Within a cowslip's blossom deep,
The lovely Queen of Elves is laid;
May nought disturb her balmy sleep.
Let not the snake or baleful toad
Approach the silent mansion near,
Or newt profane the sweet abode,
Or owl repeat her orgies here!
No snail or worm shall hither come
With noxious filth her bow'r to stain;
Hence the beetle's sullen hum,
And spider's disembowel'd train.
The love-lorn nightingale alone
Shall thro' Titania's arbour stray,
To soothe her sleep with melting moan,
And lull her with his sweetest lay.