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Little Fancies, where ye wander ?—
In the greenest caves
Of the lively minds that ponder
O’er the foaming waves;
Boundless floods and shoreless seas.
And the roofless skies ;
With the wings of honey-bees,
And the ever-roaming breeze
That swells and sings and sighs.
Little Fancies, where ye sleep ?—
In the rose’s bed,
In its petals soft we keep
Charms so rosy red;
In the light and glassy bubbles
Floating in the air,
Far away from cares and troubles.
Dreaming dreams of love that doubles
Joys and longings rare !
