A rhyme
You call and I hear...
Birds at sunrise
Restless seas
Bells at Christmas
Summer breeze
Lilting laughter
Bubbling wine...
And I wonder -
Are you mine?
If we shadows have offended, think but this and all is mended, -- that you have but slumber'd here, while these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, no more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: if you pardon, we will mend. And, as I am an honest Puck, if we have unearned luck, now to scape the serpent's tongue, we will make amends ere long. Else the Puck a liar call: so, good-night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.