Over hill, over dale – By William Shakespeare
Over Hill, Over Dale A wood near Athens. A Fairy speaks. Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fireI 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 […]
