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 (14)

beautiful poem by Shakespeare the Great
For the Fairy Queen this poem traveled fairly to the tale land! /// always great writings
Beautiful imagery.an escape in Nature is an escape in Heaven!
I think Shakespeare interlopes the grafting of 'royalty' on the English mind to that of fairies' powers. Fairies are an allegory of the monarchy.
The fairy queen! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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