I do wander everywhere,
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 their freckles live our savours.
I must go seek some dew-drops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear.
Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act II, Scene i
(Pretty Things Week wraps up this weekend here at Glimpses. A few more calming shots during hectic times.)
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