Poem Sunday: Over hill, over dale
Sunday - the day of rest and rejuvenation.
Poem Sunday is a collection of some of my favourite poems, words that inspire and awaken the imagination.
Edwin Landseer - Scene from A Midsummer Night's Dream. Titania and Bottom, between 1848 - 1851
A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act II, Scene I
[Over hill, over dale]
William Shakespeare - 1564-1616
A wood near Athens. A Fairy speaks.
Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander every where,
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;
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.
Farewell, thou lob of spirits: I'll be gone;
Our queen and all her elves come here anon.