(19 October 1784 – 28 August 1859 / Southgate, London)

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 favours;
In those freckles live their savours;
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

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WHY is this video so.... ughh. She sounds like the lady from google translate.
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You saved my life from my homework thanks you're the best😎
Nice poem
Great poem
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