Poetry

Midsummer’s Eve

Looking for some words to celebrate midsummer, I found this lovely extract which casts a magic spell…

Dunadd, Taynish woods (Colin) 191

“Out of this wood do not desire to go:
Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no.
I am a spirit of no common rate;
The summer still doth tend upon my state;
And I do love thee:  therefore, go with me;
I’ll give thee fairies to attend on thee,
And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep,
And sing while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep.”

Titania, ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’

Photo © Colin Woolf

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