THE STREAMS.
ARIEL’S SONG.
Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands;
Curt’sied when you have, and kind
(The wild waves whist),
Foot it featly, here and there;
And, sweet sprites, the burden bear!
Hark! hark!
The watch-dogs bark;
Hark! hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticleer
Cry cock-a-doodle-doo!
Shakspeare.