I am drunk with the honey wine <br />Of the moon-unfolded eglantine, <br />Which fairies catch in hyacinth bowls. <br />The bats, the dormice, and the moles <br />Sleep in the walls or under the sward <br />Of the desolate castle yard; <br />And when ’tis spilt on the summer earth <br />Or its fumes arise among the dew, <br />Their jocund dreams are full of mirth, <br />They gibber their joy in sleep; for few <br />Of the fairies bear those bowls so new!<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wine-of-the-fairies/
