On a hot day like this, after a sweaty working day, while thinking of the magical night yet to come, I don't really feel like writing something intelligent.
Half asleep, half unconscious, in the middle of a hopeless crush on a dream girl, I'd rather be talking like Puck.
These few lines are dedicated from me (and daddy Shakespeare of course...) to all the night summer dreamers: just keep on dreaming!
If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
if you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.