The Fairy Life
By William Shakspere
Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:
Courtesied when you have and kissed
The wild waves whist,
Foot it featly here and there;
And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.
Hark, hark!
"Bow-wow,"
The watch-dog's bark:
"Bow-wow."
Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticleer
Cry, "Cock-a-diddle-dow!"
Whĭst: still; quiet. Fēat´ly̆: nimbly. Sprītes: spirits; fairies. Bûr´den: the chorus of a song.