My friend Chloe sent me a lovely illustrated book of fairy poems, yesterday. Looks as if it was bought from a second-hand bookshop. Here is a nice poem from it, by the Bard...
Over Hill, Over Dale
Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire:
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moones 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;
Those be rubies, fairy favours,
In those freckles live their savours:
I must go seek some dew-drops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
William Shakespeare
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