A Fairy Song-William Shakespeare-Poetry

 

William Shakespeare

A Fairy Song

Over hill, over dale, 

Thorough bush, thorough brier, 

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 dew her orbs upon the green;

The cowslips tall her pensioners be; 

In their gold coats spots you see; 

Those be rubies, fairy favors; 

In those freckles live their savors; 

I must go seek some dewdrops here,

And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

-William-Shakespeare