Friday, February 10, 2012

A Fairy Song

Over hill, over due
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 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-

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