Through the house give glimmering light
By the dead and drowsy fire;
Every elf and fairy sprite
hop as light as bird from brier.
Now, until the break of day
Through this house each fairy stray.
More verses by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 145:
- Sonnet 47: Betwixt Mine Eye And Heart A League Is Took
- Sonnet 98: From You Have I Been Absent In The Spring
- Sonnet 139: O, Call Not Me To Justify The Wrong
- Sonnet Cxl