Faery elves,whose midnight revels by forest-side,
Or fountain,some belated peasant sees,
Or dreams he sees,while overhead the Moon
Sits arbitress and nearer to the Earth
Wheels her pale course,they on they mirth and dance
Intent,with jocund music charm his ear;
At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.

From Paradise Lost BY John Milton

Of leaves of Roses white and red,
Shall be covering of her bed
The Curtaines,valences,Tester,all
Shall be the flower Imperiall,
And for the Fringe,it all along
With aure Harebels shall be hung
Of Lillies shall the Pillowes be,
With downe stuft of the Butterflee

From Nymphidia By Micheal Drayton