Part 8 (2/2)

THE MAGICAL RING

'Tis an ash circled bower, Of berries and ht nor dusk;

And fancy is thridding In vistas of green, Where theThe cock for his sheen;

And the bee with his treasure, Is at rest on a stone-- The measure of pleasure, The depth of his own;

The blue-bells are tinkling, TheOf scintilant dew,

Far down in the grasses, In a lasses, Sits Puck and the King

”Methinks, saith the King, If the do, As the do dew, And half so resplendent, As fancy is too, In this liquor i, Then life were as jolly, In this , As its spirit of folly;

”Methinks, saith the King, titania were sweeter, And this ic completer

”For the vixen is wild, With this Squire froical islands,

”At sound of a voice, To plunge in the sea foa, rejoice, That the island should be foa This rascal were better, Far out of the ring, In handcuff and fetter

”For he talketh of love, And faith, hope, and charity, And a spirit above, As the spirit of parity

”And thou, saith the King, Hath certain the gu Of pleasure's consumption

”Of late thou hast wandered, To see and be seen, And much thou hast squandered My riches, I ween

”Relate thine indentures, Important of state, And all thine adventures, Of worth to relate”

_Saith Puck_

”A trace of wine's on the breath of suht, And the briladdest coray bird on syca, And flittered away to his wooing

”I peep'd in a bloom and a bee was in it, I peered on a leaf and a moth slept there

Ah! was ever a dream so deliciously rare, And all for a tip-toed minute!”

Then Oberon winketh, Reward to his Puck, And solemnly drinketh, The nation much luck