If I remember rightly, this poem is from his play, A Midsummer Night's Dream. Well worth looking up if you haven't heard of it before, if only to meet Oberon and Titania, the King and Queen of the Fairies, Puck the mischievous elf and Bottom, Thisbee and co, the hapless humans caught up in it all.
Beautiful poem with indepth meaning. I do wander through tough and rough roads, thorns and bushes, through hot and cold and I serve my Fairy queen. We work all day and night passing through all the odd situations, serving our employer. Once we retire we stand in a long queue with pension slips (cowslips tall her pensioners be) . The pension one receives may for some may look like gold, some rubies, comes in different range for different persons as per their ranks. But all the pensioners are benefited at the end of the day, for everyone that pension is the happiness like pearl in ones hand.....
Beautiful poem. Loved reading it.
Here each ones coat is filled with some freckles of gold, rubies, valuable ones.
well then hey ly you should go away and read other poems, u should never dis a poem of a deceased person, that is wrong, oh its ok with the dramatic little dots, ur cool arent you. Go away. Useless poem reader.