A Fairy Resting in a Hammock Spun from a Cobweb
Amelia Jane Murray
Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly
After summer merrily.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
The Tempest, Act V, sc. 1