Fairy Land i

Fairy Land i

«William Shakespeare »

 OVER hill, over dale,

   Thorough bush, thorough brier,

   Over park, over pale,

   Thorough flood, thorough fire,

   I do wander everywhere,

   Swifter than the moone's sphere;

   And I serve the fairy queen,

   To dew 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 dew-drops here,

And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.