MAGIC
by: Ovid (43 BC-17 AD?)
- E elves
of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves,
- And ye that on the sands with printless foot
- Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him
- When he comes back, you demi-puppets that
- By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make,
- Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastime
- Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice
- To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid,
- Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd
- The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
- And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault
- Set roaring water; to the dread rattling thunder
- Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak
- With hiw own bolt; the strong-bas'd promontory
- Have I made shake, and by the spurs pluck'd up
- The pine and cedar; graves at my command
- Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let 'em forth
- By my so potent art.
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- TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH BY
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
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