Sunday, July 24, 2016

The Shadow Knows



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  1. 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.

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    1. Thank you, surfstud. It's a treat to find such joyful song in response to my work. I appreciate your compliment.

      Reading 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.

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