Treasure Island

William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

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A Fairy Song


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;
Those be rubies, fairy favours;
In those freckles live their savours;
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
Edited: Wednesday, April 02, 2014

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  • Thomas Vaughan Jones (3/27/2014 11:03:00 AM)

    If I remember rightly, this poem is from his play, A Midsummer Night's Dream. Well worth looking up if you haven't heard of it before, if only to meet Oberon and Titania, the King and Queen of the Fairies, Puck the mischievous elf and Bottom, Thisbee and co, the hapless humans caught up in it all. (Report) Reply

  • Geetha Jayakumar (2/23/2014 1:19:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem with indepth meaning. I do wander through tough and rough roads, thorns and bushes, through hot and cold and I serve my Fairy queen. We work all day and night passing through all the odd situations, serving our employer. Once we retire we stand in a long queue with pension slips (cowslips tall her pensioners be) . The pension one receives may for some may look like gold, some rubies, comes in different range for different persons as per their ranks. But all the pensioners are benefited at the end of the day, for everyone that pension is the happiness like pearl in ones hand.....
    Beautiful poem. Loved reading it.
    Here each ones coat is filled with some freckles of gold, rubies, valuable ones.

    Dear Poet your poem is filled with priceless gems. (Report) Reply

  • Helen Tong (10/9/2013 4:43:00 AM)

    Haha oh, how much I love Shakespeare *sarcastic* (Only coz I just did a poem analytical on this poem tho, probably) otherwise, i love it Mr. Shakespeare! (Report) Reply

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