TELL me where is Fancy bred,
Or in the heart or in the head?
How begot, how nourished?
   Reply, reply.
It is engender'd in the eyes,
With gazing fed; and Fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies.
   Let us all ring Fancy's knell:
   I'll begin it,--Ding, dong, bell.
All. Ding, dong, bell.

by William Shakespeare

Comments (4)

Ha! ! ! I loved this! ! ! A bit unexpected after reading the last few poems but desirable!
Ten, I would give more if Icould.I wish I could write like that.Inspired.
this is one of my favorites, but read the whole book! wonderful poetry from a so-called 'madman'. a definite 10!