Fairy Land I

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.

by William Shakespeare

Comments (4)

with a happy smile...it's me Emily...better be with us for ever...my wish it is- 10
Her nature poems are always so clever!
I think this poem has something to do with death. Like the fly is a dead person, and the bee is a living person.
I love the creativity of writing from a Fly's point of view ;)