And certain stars shot madly from their spheres

To hear the sea-maid's music.

A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.

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And the imperial votaress passed on,

In maiden meditation, fancy-free.

Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell:

It fell upon a little western flower,

Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound,

And maidens call it love-in-idleness.