rites-of-spring

Photographs by Mateo 

Over hill, over dale,
Through bush, through brier,
Over park, over pale,
Through flood, through fire:
I do wander everywhere
Swifter than the moon’s sphere

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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 favors;
In those freckles live their savors.

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I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hand a pearl in every cowslip’s ear.

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She never had so sweet a changeling;
And jealous Oberon would have the child
Knight of his train to chase the forests wild.

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But she perforce, withholds the loved boy,
Crowns him with flowers, and makes him all her joy.

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Be kind and courteous to this gentle man.
Feed him with apricots and dewberries,
With purple grapes, figs and mulberries

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To have my love to bed, and to arise;
And pluck the wings from painted butterflies
To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.

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Text from A Midsummer Night’s Dream by William Shakespeare.

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