Tell me where is fancy bred,
In the heart or in the head?
Let it so, like swans take flight;
To soar, pure and white in sight.
For beauty, my knees have knelt.
For fain smiles my soul thus melt;
for more than beat, my heart felt.
With gazing fed; and fancy dies;
As my fortune in casket rides.
For desire and oath move by side.
As beauty of sunsets view
And freshness of morning dew;
So arise a darkened hue;
Though splendor still, desire so true.
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