PUCK'S SONG

Over hill, over dale,
Through bush, through brier,
Over park, over pale,
Through flood, through 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 coat spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours,
In those freckless live they savours;
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And go hang a peral in every cowslip's ear.

William Shakespeare