From “A Midsummer-Night’s Dream,” Act V. Scene 2
 
PUCK sings:
     NOW the hungry lion roars,
       And the wolf behowls the moon;
     Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
       All with weary task fordone.
     Now the wasted brands do glow,
       Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud,
     Puts the wretch that lies in woe
       In remembrance of a shroud.
     Now it is the time of night,
       That the graves, all gaping wide,
     Every one lets forth his sprite,
       In the churchway paths to glide:
     And we fairies, that do run
       By the triple Hecate’s team,
     From the presence of the sun,
       Following darkness like a dream,
     Now are frolic; not a mouse
     Shall disturb this hallowed house:
     I am sent with broom before
     To sweep the dust behind the door.

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