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.

by William Shakespeare

Comments (4)

This and Longfellow's psalm of life are excellent guides
This poem was said to have terrified O.Cromwell!
all things faint to dust
I love this poem, with its strength and truth nicely interwoven.