Reminds me of Shakespeare's "Over Hill, Over Dale"...very nice composition Craig. XO
Over hill, over dale, Through bush, through briar, Over park, over pale, Through blood, through fire, I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moone’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 dewdrops 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.
Reminds me of Shakespeare's "Over Hill, Over Dale"...very nice composition Craig. XO
ReplyDeleteOver hill, over dale,
Through bush, through briar,
Over park, over pale,
Through blood, through fire,
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moone’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 dewdrops 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.
Thank you, surfstud. It's a treat to find such joyful song in response to my work. I appreciate your compliment.
DeleteReading Shakespeare's words with an open, carefree mind, I can't help but wonder if they were rather from A Midsummer Night's [Wet] Dream.