Titania’s Littlest Fay…
Is all tuckered out after her most busy day…
Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I did 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.
Photo by Anastasia Traina ~ 2016~
Oh, so so amazingly stunningly gorgeous! ❤ ❤ ❤
August 26, 2016 at 2:01 pm
Thank you, Trini!
August 27, 2016 at 4:34 pm