Treasure Island

William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Fairy Land iii


COME unto these yellow sands,
   And then take hands:
Court'sied 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, wow,
   The watch-dogs bark:
   Bow, wow.
   Hark, hark! I hear
   The strain of strutting chanticleer
   Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow!

Submitted: Saturday, January 04, 2003

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