XXI DIRGES WEET Flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I SWEE strew, O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones ;-Which with sweet water nightly I will dew, Or, wanting that, with tears distilled by moans : The obsequies that I for thee will keep Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. Pardon, Goddess of the night, Midnight, assist our moan; Heavily, heavily : Graves, yawn and yield your dead Till death be uttered, Heavily, heavily. XXII THE END EAR no more the heat o' the sun FEAR Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o' the great; Fear no more the lightning-flash No exorciser harm thee ! Nor no witchcraft charm thee! XXIII THE FAIRY LIFE I WHERE the bee sucks, there suck I: In a cowslip's bell I lie ; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. II Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Courtsied when you have and kiss'd The wild waves whist, Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet Sprites, the burthen bear : Hark, hark! Bow-wow. The watch-dogs bark : Bow-wow. Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow. |