Friday Poem: Over hill, over dale
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.
Filled with fairys and magic, A Midsummer Night's Dream is perhaps the best-loved of William Shakespeare's plays.
The play is now available in this collectable hardback edition, with a new introduction by author Ned Halley.