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 moone'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 dew-drops here, <br />And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fairy-land-i/
