Fairy Land i
Over
hill,
over
dale,
Thorough
bush,
thorough
brier,
Over
park,
over
pale,
Thorough
flood,
thorough
fire,
I
do
wander
everywhere,
Swifter
than
the
moone'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.