“A FANCY FAIR COMES FLOATING ON MY THOUGHT”
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A Fancy fair comes floating on my thought When on the wildering trammels I am caught Of pensive studies; as the surrounding scheme Fades and dissolves, and coming Hours gleam Visionary the musing realms athwart: That thou and I, all our keen battles fought, Serene and hoar, past touch of withering aught, Shall yet enkindle love, and kiss, and dream A Fancy fair. My Dearest, be this so! Let us be wrought So to a unity as the Hours, full-fraught With Blight and Bloom, slip by; let us esteem The other in our loves so high-supreme, That thus, Dear Heart, this Vision may be not A Fancy fair.