I am… I am but the star dust that tumbles I am but the twig that snaps beneath your umbels…

Titania’s Littlest Fay…

the sleeping faerieIs 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~

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2 responses

  1. Oh, so so amazingly stunningly gorgeous! ❤ ❤ ❤

    August 26, 2016 at 2:01 pm

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