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FANNY.
I
Where Anner flows by fairy rathAnd tower and gray rocks many,
One Sunday noon in woodland path
I met my blithesome Fanny.
Her hair was like the yellow blooms
That deck the meadows early;
Her eyes like heaven, when spring illumes,
They shone so kind and clearly.
II
We sat to hear the river's tune'Neath trees all mossed and olden,
And talked and laughed that autumn noon,
With thoughts full sweet and golden;—
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As fond I gazed upon her,
And in its bright halls she did reign,
My queen of love and honour!
III
The palace towers may all depart,And cruel fate may sever,
But in my brain and in my heart
Her form shall live for ever;—
At beauty's shrine the worshippers
Judge fond and rash and blindly;
Yet ne'er was form more fair than hers,
And ne'er beat heart more kindly.
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