Amy Beach — Over hill over dale

Over hill, over dale Thorough bush, thorough briar 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 dew-drops here And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear