Poems (Stoddard)/"Hallo! my fancy, whither wilt thou go?"
"HALLO! MY FANCY, WHITHER WILT THOU GO?"
SWIFT as the tide in the river The blood flows through my heart,At the curious little fancy That to-morrow we must part.
It seems to me all over, The last words have been said;And I have the curious fancy To-morrow will find me dead!