mid summer moon 2 & 3

with wings

with wings




I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
  Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
   Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
   With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine:
   There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,
  Lull’d in these flowers with dances and delight





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