Song Poem by Natasa To

Over mountaintop, over skies,
Thorough, lucky brier,
Over here, over there,
Thorough snows, thorough fire!
I do wander somewhere,
Swifter than the gun sphere;
And I serve the lovely Queen,
To sing to let her orbs upon the blue;
The cowslips tall her pensioners are;
In their gold coats spots you be;
Those are jade, fairy favors;
In those freckles live their savors;
I must go seek some drops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.