Author Ben Jonson Gentle knights, Know some measure of your nights. Tell the high-graced Oberon It is time that we were gone. Here be forms so bright and airy, And their motions so they vary As they will enchant the fairy, If you longer here should tarry. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments