Song Of The Fairy

: VERSES ABOUT FAIRIES
: 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.



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