William Shakespeare poem

A Fairy Song

William Shakespeare

 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.