"...fairy queen
Lifts her sad eye to heaven’s foreboding scene.
From her pale cheek the withering roses fell,
While bath'd in tears she stood, and saw, and read.
She calls her elves with mournful accent dread,
To view what ills malignant fates design,
And how in aspećt dire the stars combine..."
from Oberon, poem by Christoph Martin Wieland