Out of this wood, do not desire to go; Thou shalt remain here whether thou wilt or no. I am a spirit of no common rate; the summer still doth tend upon my state; And I do love thee; therefore go with me. I’ll give thee fairies to attend on thee; And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep, and sing while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep. And I shall purge thy mortal grossness so, that thou shalt like an aery spirit go. Titania, MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM, III, i
You're featured in Favs of Favs 2011 in my journal - I'll choosing the images and they'll be feature all long 2012 in my page. I hope to put online the journal today yet Congratulations for your wonderful work! Merry Christmas!