fairy butterfly

Crimson Tips Fairy
by Molly Harrison

 

Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over Park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire;
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moons 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;
Be those 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.

from A Midsummer's Night's Dream
--William Shakespeare