Come from the fairies

I got drunk on that honey wine🌼

of the lunar cocoon that the fairies

collected in hyacinth glasses:
dormouse, bats and moles
they sleep in the crevices or in the grass,
in the deserted and sad courtyard of the castle;🌿 🏰

when the wine spilled on the summer land🐝 

or amid the dew its vapors rise,

happy their blissful dreams become
and, asleep, they murmur their joy; well, they are few
the fairies that carry those chalices so new. 🌺
— Percy Shelley