Friday Poem: Over hill, over dale

A Friday poem from William Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream.

23/08/2017
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Illustration from A Midsummer Night's Dream

A Friday Poem from Act II, Scene I of William Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream.

A wood near Athens. A fairy speaks.

Over hill, over dale,

Thorough bush, thorough brier,

Over park, over pale,

Thorough flood, thorough fire,

I 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 rubies, fairy favours,

In those freckles live their savours:

I must go seek some dew-drops here

And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

Farewell, thou lob of spirits: I'll be gone;

Our queen and all her elves come here anon.


A Midsummer Night's Dream

by William Shakespeare

Book cover for A Midsummer Night's Dream

Gorgeous, strange and magical, A Midsummer Night's Dream is perhaps the best-loved of Shakespeare's plays. This collectable Macmillan Collector's Library edition is illustrated throughout by Sir John Gilbert, and includes an introduction by Ned Halley.