Oberon.Immortal; and the grumbling clouds descend,
Mingle with mists upon the verge, and end.
Titania.Now wearied Winter, with her aged eyes,
Sunk on a drift of last year’s dead leaves, dies;
Oberon.Earth opens, and green-spangling Spring leaps forth,
Laughing his warm breath to the unfrozen north.
Titania.Now even the airs of night are hot with balm,
That buds be heard uncurling through the calm;
Oberon.And o’er black banks of bryony and brier
White planets blaze like beacons guttering fire.