SONG OF THE FAIRY
Reading edition
BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Over hill, over dale, Through bush, through brier, Over park, over pale, Through flood, through 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: These be rubies, fairy favors— In those freckles live their savors. I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear.
From a Thistle Print, copyright by Detroit Publishing Company little old man of the woods from a painting by irving r. bacon
