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Show FANCIES FREE, In sable veil and plumes she came, As some sad sprite of Arcady; I mused, Is some false faun to blame For this veiled, brooding misery? Or was she wooed near lustrous .blooms In sylvan brakes, to learn at last Lovei vagrant tide the soul illumes . In deathless light and tljen is past. Mayhap, essaying nobler things, Her love, in some-narcissus bed Lies where the rush her pinionflings , . Lone, mourner by the lowly head. What, mystery of doom and woe Her mute eyes, once to rapture known, Can tell of Love's pulsating glow, r Who's now an alien and alone. But low my airy castles fall, My mobile fancies wildly flee Fair Dhra's gone, but ere slie "passed She winked a luring wink at me. A. K. N. |