NATURE! thy fair and smiling face Has now a double power to bless, For 'tis the glass in which I trace My absent Fanny's loveliness. Her heavenly eyes above me shine, The rose reflects her modest blush, She breathes in every eglantine, She sings in every warbling thrush. That @3her@1 dear form alone I see Need not excite surprise in any, For Fanny's all the world to me, And all the world to me is Fanny. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ANNE RUTLEDGE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS FARRAGUT by WILLIAM TUCKEY MEREDITH GLORY OF WOMEN by SIEGFRIED SASSOON WINTER WATER by KENNETH SLADE ALLING UNREASONABLE REASON by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON PASTELLE IN BLUE by IDA MAY BORNCAMP |