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...O SLEEP, MY BABE! by SARA COLERIDGE THE BOOK OF MARTYRS by EMILY DICKINSON IMITATIONS OF HORACE: ODE IV, 1 by ALEXANDER POPE RESOLUTION AND INDEPENDENCE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE TRAGEDY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |