Wednesday, September 15, 2010

A Place For Me

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite overcanopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk roses, and with eglantine.
There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,
Lulled in these flowers with dances and delight.
A Midsummer Night’s Dream, William Sheakespeare.

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