OVER hill, over dale,     Thorough bush, thorough brier,   Over park, over pale,     Thorough flood, thorough 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 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.