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. |