over hill, over dale,
thorough bush, thorough briar,
over park, over pale,
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 sports 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 cowalip's ear...
(a midsummer night's dream)