william_shakespeare – Page 2 – blackandwhiteandcolours

To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind

Fair is foul, and foul is fair

Hover through the fog and filthy air

Now it is the time of night

And the wolf behowls the moon

This princess of pure white

I wonder if the lion be to speak

Now the hungry lion roars

I am that merry wanderer of the night

Blood hath been shed ere now

Yet execute thy wrath in me alone

And hate the idle pleasures of these dayes

When shall we three meet again?

I dance attendance here