The Art of Darkness

Your RDA of Shakespeare

August 7th, 2007 by Cobwebs

From A Midsummer Night’s Dream:

Now the wasted brands do glow
Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud,
Puts the wretch that lies in woe
In remembrance of a shroud.
Now it is the time of night
That the graves, all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth his sprite
In the churchway paths to glide;
And we fairies that do run
By the triple Hecate’s team
From the presence of the sun,
Following darkness like a dream,
Now are frolic. Not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallowed house.

This might be pretty as a pull quote inside a wedding invitation.

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