"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 on pressed flowers dost sleep."
-William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
3 comments:
It is like a painting. Beautiful.
Perfect text for a perfect summer image.
Something so simple as a field of wild flowers is, in itself, perfection.
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