poems2

Here she was want to go, and here,
and here!
Just where the daisies, pinks,
and violets grow.
The world may find the spring by
Following her,
For other print her airy steps ne'er left.
Her treading would not bend a blade of grass,
Or shake the downy blow-ball from his stalk,
But like the soft west-wind she shot along,
And where she went, the flowes took
Thickest root
As she had sowed them with her odourous
foot.

Ben Jonson

...This palace standeth in the air,
By necromancy place'd there,
That it no tempest needs to fear,
Which way soe'er it blow it:
And somewhat southward toward the noon,
Whence lies a way up to the moon,
And thence the Fairy can as soon
Pass to the earth below it.

The walls of spider's legs are made
Well mortise'd and finely laid,
He was the master of his trade
It curiously that builded:
The windows of the eyes of cats,
And for the roof, instead of slats,
Is covered with the skins of bats,
With moonshine that are gilded...

Michael Drayton

Where the water-lilies go
to and fro,
rocking in the ripples of the water,
Lazy on a leaf lies the Lake King's daughter,
And the faint winds shake her.
Who will come and take her/
I will! I will!
Keep still! Keep still!
Sleeping on a leaf lies the Lake King's daughter...
Then the wind ccomes skipping
To the lilies on the water,
And the kind winds take her.
Now who will take her?
With a laugh she is slipping
Through the lilies on the water.
Wait! Wait!
Too late, too late!
Only the water-lilies go
To and fro,
Dipping, dipping,
To the ripples of the water.

A.A.Milne