 | Poems by Sarah Helen Whitman |  |
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ON FANNIE'S CHARM LAMP.
Within this little fairy urn
No earthly naphthas blaze and burn;
But spells of necromantic power
Lurk in the little silver flower:
It is the very lamp, I ween,
The wondrous lamp of Aladeen.
No earthly naphthas blaze and burn;
But spells of necromantic power
Lurk in the little silver flower:
It is the very lamp, I ween,
The wondrous lamp of Aladeen.
And he who did the gift impart
To the fair regent of his heart,
Through life his folly shall deplore,
Slave of the lamp for evermore;
Slave to the lady and the queen
Who holds the lamp of Aladeen.
To the fair regent of his heart,
Through life his folly shall deplore,
Slave of the lamp for evermore;
Slave to the lady and the queen
Who holds the lamp of Aladeen.
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