Over hill, over dale, Through bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough 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 coasts spots you see; Those be rubies, fairyContinue reading “A fairy song by william Shakespeare”
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