a flight of fancy.
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Any question to your ear, so lightly you're led,
At once to gay Fancy, you turn your wild head;
And she leads you off in some dangerous dance,
As wild as the Polka that gallop'd from France.
At once to gay Fancy, you turn your wild head;
And she leads you off in some dangerous dance,
As wild as the Polka that gallop'd from France.
"Now up to the stars with you, laughing, she springs,
With a whirl and a whisk of her changeable wings;
Now dips in some fountain her sun-painted plume,
That gleams thro' the spray, like a rainbow in bloom;
Now floats in a cloud, while her tresses of light
Shine through the frail boat and illumine its flight;
Now glides through the woodland to gather its flowers;
Now darts like a flash to the sea's coral bowers;
In short—cuts such capers, that with her I ween
It's a wonder you are not ashamed to be seen!
With a whirl and a whisk of her changeable wings;
Now dips in some fountain her sun-painted plume,
That gleams thro' the spray, like a rainbow in bloom;
Now floats in a cloud, while her tresses of light
Shine through the frail boat and illumine its flight;
Now glides through the woodland to gather its flowers;
Now darts like a flash to the sea's coral bowers;
In short—cuts such capers, that with her I ween
It's a wonder you are not ashamed to be seen!
"Then she talks such a language!—melodious enough,
To be sure--but a strange sort of outlandish stuff!
I'm told that it licenses many a whapper,
And when once she commences no frowning can stop her;
To be sure--but a strange sort of outlandish stuff!
I'm told that it licenses many a whapper,
And when once she commences no frowning can stop her;
