The Tempest

Bits and pieces by Lois

Our revels are now ended

There was some very, very sad news in our village last night. My heart goes out to those who are so sad right now, and my thoughts are with them. Our revels are now ended Our revels are now ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, […]

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Poems by Lois

Where the bee sucks…

Where the bee sucks, there suck I: In a cowslip’s bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat’s back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

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