Acrostic
Far hath beauteous Fanny flown,
And sad Nature’s drooping eye,
Now declares her pleasure gone,
Newly weeping from the sky.
Yet, when she shall seek again,
Mildest maid! these haunts she loved,
In that hour, will Nature’s pain,
(Caus’d by her) be all remov’d.
Here sad Nature shall regain
Increase of the joy she proved,
Ere you fled the flowery plain.