The Fairy Life
Reading edition
By William Shakspere
Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Courtesied when you have and kissed The wild waves whist, Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Hark, hark! "Bow-wow," The watch-dog's bark: "Bow-wow." Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry, "Cock-a-diddle-dow!"
Whĭst: still; quiet. Fēat´ly̆: nimbly. Sprītes: spirits; fairies. Bûr´den: the chorus of a song.