From "A Midsummer-Night's Dream," Act V. Scene 2
PUCK sings:
NOW the hungry lion roars,
And the wolf behowls the moon;
Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
All with weary task fordone.
Now the wasted brands do glow,
Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud,
Puts the wretch that lies in woe
In remembrance of a shroud.
Now it is the time of night,
That the graves, all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth his sprite,
In the churchway paths to glide:
And we fairies, that do run
By the triple Hecate's team,
From the presence of the sun,
Following darkness like a dream,
Now are frolic; not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallowed house:
I am sent with broom before
To sweep the dust behind the door.
Now The Hungry Lion Roars
William Shakespeare
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Poem topics: house, moon, sun, time, wide, door, dust, heavy, hungry, scene, screech, mouse, dream, night, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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