Poem by Alexander Lawrence Posey

My Fancy

Why do trees along the river
     Lean so far out o’er the tide?
Very wise men tell me why, but
    I am never satisfied;
And so I keep my fancy still,
    That trees lean out to save
The drowning from the clutches of
    The cold, remorseless wave.

1. On Viewing the Skull and Bones of a Wolf
2. Mother and Baby
3. Song of the Oktahutchee
4. Nightfall
5. To My Wife

Lewis Carroll My Fancy ("I painted her a gushing thing")

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