A Fairy Song

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.       
                                            
                                                                ~William Shakespeare

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