A thousand blessings, Puck, on you For knotting that long grass which threw Into my arms a maid; for we Have told our love and kissed, and she Will lie a-bed in a sweet fright. So, all ye Fairies who to-night May take that stormy passage where Her bosom's quicksands are, take care Of whirlpools too: beware all you Of that great tempest Love must brew. The waves will rock your breath near out; First sunk, then tossed and rolled about, Now on your heads, now on your feet -- You'll be near swamped and, for life sweet, Be glad to cross that stormy main, And stand on something firm again. Would I could see her while she sleeps, And smiles to feel you climb those steeps, Where you at last will stand up clear Upon their cherry tops, and cheer. And that ye are not lost, take care, In that deep forest of her hair: Yet ye may enter naked stark, It gets more warm as it gets dark. So, Fairies, fear not any harm, While in those woods so dark and warm. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COWSLIPS AND LARKS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES TWO OF A TRADE by SAMUEL WILLOUGHBY DUFFIELD A PRAYER by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE SECOND CANTO, OR FIRST QUARTER by WILLIAM BASSE THE FLORIDA ORANGE by W. C. BAUGH |