SONG OF THE FAIRY 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.

Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God.

This reassured me and I ran among the dogs and caught Moze already starting for the tree again and tied him, with a strap I always carried, to a small bush nearby.

In all the prospect was no single tree, scarcely a furze-bush eventhe furze grew only on the southern slopes, low down; and Tilda strained her eyes vainly for sight of the House.

A clump of bushes standsa clump of hazels, Upon their very top there sits an eagle, And upon the bushes' topupon the hazels, Compress'd within his claw he holds a raven, And its hot blood he sprinkles on the dry ground; And beneath the bushes' clumpbeneath the hazels, Lies void of life the good and gallant stripling; All wounded, pierc'd and mangled is his body.