 | The Poems of Mackenzie Bell |  |
WIND FANCIES.
Murmuring winds vague fancies carry
To the heart while sweeping by,
And the fancies often tarry
Though the winds that brought them die.
To the heart while sweeping by,
And the fancies often tarry
Though the winds that brought them die.
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Now the fancies are of gladness,
Life itself seems one delight;
Now the fancies are of sadness,
Life itself seems dark as night.
Life itself seems one delight;
Now the fancies are of sadness,
Life itself seems dark as night.
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