Come Unto These Yellow Sands

COMEAndunto thenthese take yellow sands, Court'sied when you have, and kissed The wild waves whist, Foot it featly here and there ; And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear. Hark, hark! Bowgh-wow. The watch-dogs bark: Bowgh-wow. DESCRIPTION OF A FOP Hark, hark ! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry, Cock-a-doodle-dow. -From " The Tempest."