Fancy, sweet and truant sprite, Steals on wings, as feathers light, Draws a veil o'er Reason's eye, And bids the guardian senses fly. Soft she whispers to the mind, Come, and trouble leave behind: She banishes the fiend Despair, And shuts the eyes of waking Care. Then, o'er precipices dark, Where never reached the wing of lark, Fearing no harm, she dauntless flies, Where rocks on rocks dread frowning rise. When Autumn shakes his hoary head, And scatters leaves at every tread; Fancy stands with list'ning ear, Nor starts, when shrieks affrighted Fear. There's music in the rattling leaf, But 't is not for the ear of Grief; There's music in the wind's hoarse moan, But 't is for Fancy's ear alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: OSCAR HUMMEL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER by FRANCIS SCOTT KEY FLORAL DECORATIONS FOR BANANAS by WALLACE STEVENS WHEN I PERUSE THE CONQUER'D FAME by WALT WHITMAN SONG by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON |