PuckHow now, spirit! Whither wander you?
FairyOver hill, over dale,¹
Thorough² bush, thorough brier,
Over park,³ over pale,⁴
Thorough flood,⁵ thorough fire.⁶
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon’s sphere.⁷
And I serve the fairy queen,
To dew⁸ her orbs⁹ upon the green.10
The cowslips11tall her pensioners12be,
In their gold coats spots you see.13
Those be rubies, fairy favors.14
In those freckles live15their savors.16
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl17in every cowslip’s ear.
Farewell, thou lob18of spirits. I’ll be gone.
Our queen and all our elves come...