Ariel's Songs

I

HERE 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!

-William Shakespeare.

"Come unto these yellow sands ”

2

OME 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-bow.

The watch-dogs bark:
Bow-wow.

Hark, hark! I hear

The strain of strutting chanticleer

Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow !

F

ULL fathom five thy father lies:

Of his bones are coral made;

Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,

But doth suffer a sea-change

Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell :
Hark! now I hear them, -
Ding, dong, bell.