Swifter than the Moon's sphere..

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.

William Shakespeare

Art ~John George Naish

There is something in the air..the Hilltop is waiting for spirits fair....(or not so fair)..its almost Halloween....!


Ann Nichols said...

William Shakespeare always seems to get it right! "I must go seek some dewdrops here, and hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear..." He was the master!

Castles Crowns and Cottages said...

And how is the fair Miss M. holding up to all the wind, howls and scary noises issuing out from the chimney? TEA RAT IS AT HER SERVICE! He can battle against those spirits in a pinch! Ah....what a lovely choice for this blustery day dearest! Nita

GrandmaK said...

Indeed it won't be long before the "little hobgoblins" will b knocking at the door! Have a grand day! Cathy

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