Song Of The Fairy
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VERSES ABOUT FAIRIES
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Boys And Girls Bookshelf
BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
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:
These be rubies, fairy favors--
In those freckles live their savors.
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.