Over hill, over dale, <br />Thorough bush, thorough brier, <br />Over park, over pale, <br />Thorough flood, thorough fire! <br />I do wander everywhere, <br />Swifter than the moon's sphere; <br />And I serve the Fairy Queen, <br />To dew her orbs upon the green; <br />The cowslips tall her pensioners be; <br />In their gold coats spots you see; <br />Those be rubies, fairy favours; <br />In those freckles live their savours; <br />I must go seek some dewdrops here, <br />And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-fairy-song/
