Chapter 11: Translator’s Dedication

Translator’s Dedication To Mrs. H——, on her Birthday Oberon, in the Athenian glade, Reduced by deft Titania’s power, Invented arts for Nature’s aid And from a snowflake shaped a flower: Nature, to outdo him, wrought of human clay A fairy blossom, which we acclaim today. Hebe, to high Olympus borne, Undoomed to death, by age uncurst, Xeres and Porto, night and morn, Let flow, to appease celestial thirst: Ev’n so, untouched by yea…