Shakespeare Poems

A Fairy Song 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. Over the hills, over the valleys, Through bushes, through thorns or branches, Over the parks, over the enclosures, Through the water and fire! I wander everywhere faster the moon circles around Earth; I work for the Fairy Queen, In the green grass there will be dances; The cowslip flowers are her protectors; Once you walk in, youll see their spotted petals; These spots are ruby fair gifts; Their fragrance comes from the dots; Now I have to find moist drops, And hang a pearl in every cowslips flower. Hark! Hark! The Lark Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chalic'd flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes; With everything that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise! Listen! Listen! The fun at heavens gate sings, Phoebus, the god Apollo begins to rise, He attempts to water His flowers on the ground; And Mary wakes up

Opens your shining eyes; In a pretty sight, She stands up: Appear, appear! Fairy Either I mistake your shape and making quiet, Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite Called Robin Goodfellow. Are not you That frights the maidens of the villager, Skim milk, and sometimes labor in the querm And bootless make the breathless housewife chum, And sometime make the drink to bear no barm, Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm? Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck, You do their work, and they shall have good luck. Are not you he? Unless Ive made a mistake, Your name is Robin Goodfellow and you have a naughty and mischievous spirit. Arent you the one, who scares the maidens and the villagers, Steeling the cream from the top of the milk, Screwing up the flour meals, And frustrating housewifes by keeping their milk to turn to butter? Ive heard that you laugh at the night wanderers as you are lost. People call you names so you respond to them as respectful, You do their work for them, And give you good luck. Is that not you? Oberon Having once this juice, Ill watch Titania when she is asleep And drop the liquor of it in her eyes. The next thing then she waking looks upon Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull, On meddling monkey or on busy ape She shall pursue it with the soul of love. And ere I take this charm from of her sight As I can take it with another herb Ill make her render up her page to me. But who comes here? I am invisible. And I will overhear their conference. When I have the juice of love, Ill drop that liquid in Titanias eyes as she sleeps, When she wakes up, shell fall madly in love with the first things she sees. Whether its a lion, bear, wolf, bull, monkey or an ape.

Before I make her normal again, I will have to cure her with another plant juice, I make her believe that he is my page; But whos coming this way, I make myself invisible and listen to their conversation. First Fairy (Song) Weaving spiders, come not here. Hence, you long-legged spinners, hence! Spiders will your patterns stay away. Then, get rid of your long legs at once!