  By William Shakspere Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Courtesied when you have and kissed The wild waves whist, Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Hark, hark! "Bow-wow," The watch-dog's bark: "Bow-wow." Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry, "Cock-a-diddle-dow!" Whist: still; quiet. Feat´ly?: nimbly. Sprites: spirits; fairies. BÛr´den: the chorus of a song. |
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