I know a bank where the wild thyme blows

Where oxlips and the violet grows

Over-canopied with luscious woodbine

With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine

There sleeps Titania, sometime of the night

Lulled in flowers, with dancers and delight

Where the snake throws her enamelled skin

Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows

Where oxlips and the violet grows

Over-canopied with luscious woodbine

With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine