Love
TELL
me
where
is
Fancy
bred,
Or
in
the
heart
or
in
the
head?
How
begot,
how
nourished?
Reply,
reply.
It
is
engender'd
in
the
eyes,
With
gazing
fed;
and
Fancy
dies
In
the
cradle
where
it
lies.
Let
us
all
ring
Fancy's
knell:
I'll
begin
it,--Ding,
dong,
bell.
All.
Ding,
dong,
bell.
