The Bower

OBERON

Here in my bower

Blooms every flower

Magical secrets

Hide in each stem

Sit down, please settle

Sniff this dear petal

Savour the perfume

This one’s a gem

Eglantine, a favourite flower of mine

Perfect for a subtle pressé

Add woodbine, then sprinkle in the thyme

Potion of the gods

Bathe in a moonbeam

Drift on a sweet dream

Softly the senses

Sink into sleep

Never grow older

Mustn’t grow older

Eternal beauty

I’ll set you free

Keep you for me