Musk-Roses, and Eglantine

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,

Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows

Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,

With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine:

There sleeps Titania some of the night,

Lull’d in these flowers with dances and delight;

And where the snake throws her enamell’d skin,

Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in.


Act 2, Scene 1, A Midsummer’s Night Dream


Author: northcountrygirl

brooklynite attempts to escape nyc. this blog is the story of the trails and tribulations of that journey. and other stuff.

2 thoughts on “Musk-Roses, and Eglantine”

  1. Come let’s make a poem
    Let’s rake up some wound
    and cry.
    Let’s cut up a vein
    or Let’s lust stand
    on forgotten crossroads
    and call out someone’s name;
    come let’s make a poem.


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