Some fairy of the olden time
Her dwelling sure had here,
And here she rested, with no grief
To shade her spirits clear.
How fit the place for one like her —
So fanciful and light —
A creature jocund as the dawn,
And as the morning bright.
A spot like this, did he, the Bard
Of Avon's flow'ry stream.
Imagine, where, in "frenzy fine,"
He had his wanton "Dream."
Titania here might move along,
And Puck his frolics play,
And Hermia, in her race of love.
Outpace the hours of day.
The fancy sees them passing now —
How beautiful they seem!
And now they've gone — we have them not,
They vanished in the gloom.
The Angelico Grotto, in the famous Mammoth Cave in Kentucky, is encrusted with crystal.