Wednesday, July 11, 2012

love poem by William Shakespear

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. 

William Shakespeare

1 comment:

lovlely said...

i love this poem and i feel that