This mid-eon's dream.... | 1 |
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Awakening now and shaking loin's spear | 2 |
Dawning that he, my former peer | 3 |
Is yet myself, is Puck, the elf. | 4 |
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Ho! I find this new Internet | 5 |
Hath a take and gifts a let | 6 |
To unsoothe the savage sylphic breast. | 7 |
Inhaling old memory now as is best | 8 |
From my Father's fontings: | 9 |
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- Fairy- | 10 |
"Either I mistake your shape and making quite, | 11 |
Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite | 12 |
Call'd Robin Goodfellow: are not you he | 13 |
That frights the maidens of the villagery; | 14 |
Skim milk, and sometimes labour in the quern | 15 |
And bootless make the breathless housewife churn; | 16 |
And sometime make the drink to bear no barm; | 17 |
Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm? | 18 |
Those that Hobgoblin call you and sweet Puck, | 19 |
You do their work, and they shall have good luck: | 20 |
Are not you he?" | 21 |
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Indeed! | 22 |
Like butter ye skim from nest of the cow; | 23 |
As sweet as the beet that shugars thy pie. | 24 |
Not a duck nor the cock, but as flown as the sky; | 25 |
I am Robin, your good fellow, Mab kind allows. | 26 |