A Fairy Song

Over hill, over dale,

Thorough bush, thorough brief,

Over park, Over pale,

Thorough Flood, thorough fire!

I do wander everywhere,

Swifter than the moon’s sphere;

And I serve the Fairy Queen,

To drew her orbs upon the green;

The cowslips tall her pensioners be;

In their gold coats spots you see;

Those be rubies, fairy favours;

In those freckles live their savours;

I must go seek some dewdrops here,

And hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear

                                                                     
                                                                                           William Shakespeare