Public Poetry. Shakespeare.
Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!
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 those freckles live their savours;
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
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I admire very much this poem that depicts a fairyland like this: In a dreamlike wonderland lives a fabulous Fairy Queen with the tall cowslips the Queen’s pensioners whose gold coats adorned with rubies and a dutiful butler who decorates the green plants with dews who tries to seek dewdrops to hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear. Is my understanding correct, Sir?
Your understanding David is spot on, thanks for your input, very helpful…