I know a bank where the wild Thyme blows,
Where the oxlips and the nodding violet grows
Quite o-er canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine:
There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,
Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight.
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And I do love thee. Therefore go with me.
I’ll give thee fairies to attend on thee,
And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep
And sing while thou on pressèd flowers dost sleep.
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There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,
Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight.
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