Song; air, "Oh, come ye into the summer woods:"
Queen Mab and Dream-Spirits.
Oh, sink you into soft slumber's arms!
There dwelleth no annoy;
There freely rove the Dreamland sprites,
And sweet rest is full of joy.
Song continued.
We'll spread for you, in phantom light,
That plainly you may know,
The woes of dreadful warfare,