Fairy Land

Over hill, over dale,
Through bush, through brier,
Over park, over pale
Through flood, through 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 dew drops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear.

William Shakespeare

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