“A Fairy Song” by William
Shakespeare
“A Poison Tree” by William Blake
I was angry with my friend:
Over hill, over dale,
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
I was angry with my foe:
Over park, over pale,
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
Thorough flood, thorough fire!
And I watered it in fears,
I do wander everywhere,
Night and morning with my tears;
Swifter than the moon’s sphere;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
To dew her orbs upon the green;
And it grew both day and night,
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
Till it bore an apple bright.
In their gold coats spots you see;
And my foe beheld it shine.
Those be rubies, fairy favours;
And he knew that it was mine,
In those freckles live their savours;
And into my garden stole
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
When the night had veiled the pole;
And hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear.
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
“Stopping by Woods On a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.