Lines

Far hath lovely Fanny flown,
O’er the mountains, o’er the sea;
All our peace with her hath gone,
We are wed to misery.

As the rainbow fades away,
As the short-lived spring departs,
Shone she brightly o’er our way,
Fled from our repining hearts.

Yet the rainbow will return,
And the Spring will come once more;
But the fair whose flight we mourn,
Walks on Death’s Elysian shore.