Over hill, over dale, Thorough 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 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASHURNATSIRPAL III by CARL SANDBURG GREEN SYMPHONY by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER THE CAGED GOLDFINCH by THOMAS HARDY THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 70. THE HILL-SUMMIT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER'S COMPLAINT by MARY (CUMBERLAND) ALCOCK THE ROSE I GREW by JULIA S. ANDERSON |