I know a bank...

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,

Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine:

There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,
Lull’d in these flowers with dances and delight;

And there the snake throws her enamell’d skin,
Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in... 
Shakespeare: Midsummer Night's Dream

Photos by Lelantos