A country stroll New Years Day
We spied Titania's bower
In Winter's grip desterted
Skeleton vines and branches
No leafy curtains hanging
To hide her fairy slumber
When Spring returns to the land
Awoke from Winter's dreaming
Honeysuckle and Elder again enclose
Restored as a sacred space
Will Fairy Queen rest once more
While Oberon continues scheming
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