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