fancies - Популярные cтихи, рассказы и фанфики

AY, no longer I may hold you,
In my spirit's soft caresses,
Nor like lotus-leaves enfold you In the tangles of my tresses
Fairy fancies, fly away To the white cloud-wildernesses,

Surely the flowers of a hundred springs Are simply the souls of beautiful things
The poppies aflame with gold and red Were the kisses of lovers in days that are fled
The purple pansies with dew-drops pearled Were the rainbow dreams of a ...