by: Lewis Carroll (1832-1898)
her a gushing thing,
- With years perhaps a score;
- A little thought to find they were
- At 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 were to 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 hyena's laugh,
- The footstep of the elephant,
- The neck of the giraffe.
- I love her still, believe me,
- Though my heart its passion hides;
- "She is all my fancy painted her,"
- But, oh, how much besides!
POEMS BY LEWIS CARROLL
"My Fancy" is reprinted
from The Hunting of the Snark and Other Poems and Verses.
Lewis Carroll. New York: Harper & Brothers, 1903.