April 16, 2012
Spring's Poetry: It comes up from the Earth.
ACT II - SCENE I. A wood near Athens.
Enter, from opposite sides, a Fairy, and PUCK
How now, spirit! whither wander you?
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.
Farewell, thou lob of spirits; I'll be gone:
Our queen and all our elves come here anon.
Posted by Holden Oliver (Kitzbühel Desk) at April 16, 2012 11:59 PM
I love the posts here. It reminds me of those sleepless college nights where poring over political heroes and Shakespeare required gallons of caffeine. Keep the posts coming!
Posted by: Anne Stuart at April 16, 2012 12:48 PM
What's your real name, Sweetie? You just don't write that Scottish. HO :)
Posted by: Holden Oliver at April 16, 2012 06:12 PM