Page:The Silken Tassel By Ardeshar Khabardar 1918.pdf/19



Fancies come and go, Like the little shades ; Little Fancies come and go, Like the charming maids ; Come and go, go and come. Like the peeping star; Little Fancies come and hum In our ears, and secrets some Stealthily unbar.

Little Fancies, where ye live ?— In the wildernesses Of the skies, where rainbows weave In the maiden’s tresses Golden rays of love and light; In the fleecy clouds, Whereon shine the colours bright, And their sunlit fleeting might Charms the wondering crowds.