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!
More verses by William Shakespeare
- Juliet's Soliloquy
- Sonnet 130: My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun
- It Was A Lover And His Lass
- Fairy Land Ii
- Sonnet 138: When My Love Swears That She Is Made Of Truth