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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391505" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Address To Fancy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">OH, queen of dreams! 'tis now the hour,<br>Thy fav'rite hour of silence and of sleep; <br>Come, bring thy wand, whose magic pow'r,<br>Can wake the troubled spirits of the deep! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And while around, on ev'ry eye<br>The 'honey-dews of slumber' lie,<br>Oh! guide me to the wild retreat,<br>Where fays in nightly revel meet; <br>And gaily sport in mystic ring,<br>By lonely glen, or haunted spring! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now ev'ry sound has died away,<br>The winds and waves are lull'd to rest; <br>The sighing breeze forgets to play,<br>And moon-beams tremble o'er the ocean's breast—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, Fancy! come, creative pow'r! <br>That lov'st the tranquil reign of night:<br>Perhaps in such a silent hour,<br>Thy visions charm'd the bard of Avon's sight; <br>Oh, poet blest! thy guiding hand<br>Led him thro' scenes of fairy-land; <br>To him, thy favor'd child, alone,<br>Thy bright, Elysian worlds were shown! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, Fancy, come; with lov'd control,<br>Bewitch thy votary's pensive soul! <br>Come, sportive charmer! lovely maid! <br>In rainbow-colored vest array'd; <br>Invoke thy visionary train,<br>The subjects of thy gentle reign.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If e'er ethereal spirits meet,<br>On earth; to pour their dirges sweet; <br>Now might they hover on the moon-beam pale,<br>And breathe celestial music on the gale.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And hark! from yonder distant dell,<br>I hear angelic numbers swell! <br>Ah! sure some airy sylph is nigh,<br>To wake such heav'nly melody! <br>Now soft the dulcet notes decay,<br>Float on the breeze and melt away; <br>Again they fall—again they rise,<br>Ah! now the soft enchantment dies! <br>The charm is o'er—the spell is past,<br>The witching spell, too sweet to last! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hail, Fancy, hail! around thy hallow'd shrine,<br>What sylphid bands, what radiant forms appear! <br>Ah! bless thy votary with thy dreams divine,<br>Ah! wave thy wand, and call thy visions dear! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bear me, oh! bear me, to thy realms unknown,<br>Enchantress! waft me in thy car sublime! <br>To bend, entranc'd, before thy shadowy throne,<br>To view the wonders of thy fairy-clime!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Felicia+Dorothea+Hemans">Felicia Dorothea Hemans</a><div class=q>
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Thy fav'rite hour of silence and of sleep; 
Come, bring thy wand, whose magic pow'r,
Can wake the troubled spirits of the deep! 

And while around, on ev'ry eye
The 'honey-dews of slumber' lie,
Oh! guide me ..."></div>
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