Lewis Carroll (Льюис Кэрролл)

My Fancy

I painted her a gushing thing,
With years about a score;
I little thought to find they were
A least a dozen more;
My fancy gave her eyes of blue,
A curly auburn head:
I came to find the blue a green,
The auburn turned to red.

She boxed my ears this morning,
They tingled very much;
I own that I could wish her
A somewhat lighter touch;
And if you ask me how
Her charms might be improved,
I would not have them added to,
But just a few removed!

She has the bear's ethereal grace,
The bland hyaena's laugh,
The footstep of the elephant,
The neck of a giraffe;
I love her still, believe me,
Though my heart its passion hides;
"She's all my fancy painted her,"
But oh! how much besides! 

1. Ye Carpette Knyghte
2. Hiawatha's Photographing
3. Theme with Variations
4. Madrigal
5. Melancholetta

Alexander Posey (Александр Поузи) My Fancy ("Why do trees along the river")

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