Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:
Curtsied when you have, and kiss’d
The wild waves whist,
Foot it featly here and there;
And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.
(From Ariel’s Song, The Tempest, by William Shakespeare)
From Caliban to Ariel: see A suggested path (previous post) – a meditation on nature and the imagination.
Also A sky full of terns in our accompanying scrapbook