Saturday, January 29, 2011

A Poem, Hoping For Spring

Bee in Wallflower

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.


From The Tempest by William Shakespeare, 1610

These lines are spoken by Ariel after Prospero frees him from his debt.  What a life that would be, living under the blossoms...

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