Gulping Frogs and long-ear’d Crickets

Croak and chirp in grass and thickets:

While beneath the nether world

Sol’s asleep with large wings furl’d—

Oft his glowing form supine

Having bathed in star-dew wine.

Rout of Fairies Dancing

Our mistress is the Moon;

The glow-worm gives our firing;

About, about, with song and shout