"Over hill over dale,
Through bush, through brier,
Over park, over pale,
Through flood, through fire,
I do wonder 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 dew-drops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslips ear.
Farewell, thou lob of spirits;I'll be gone:
Our queen and all our elves come here anon."-A Midsummer Night's Dream(Act 2, Scene 1, lines 2-17)
A Midsummer Night's Dream
The Hunter's Moon
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