Fairy Land Iii

COME unto these yellow sands,
   And then take hands:
Court’sied when you have, and kiss’d,–
   The wild waves whist,–
Foot it featly here and there;
And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.
   Hark, hark!
   Bow, wow,
   The watch-dogs bark:
   Bow, wow.
   Hark, hark! I hear
   The strain of strutting chanticleer
   Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow!