A Fairy Song

by William Shakespeare Over hill, over daleThrough bush, through brier,Over park, over vale.Through flood, through fire!I do wander everywhere,Swifter than the moon’s sphereAnd I serve the Fairy QueenTo dew her orbs upon the green,The cowslips tall her pensioners be,In their gold coats spots you see,These be rubies, fairy favours,In those freckles live their savours,I mustContinue reading “A Fairy Song”