Fancy it is, brushing gentlest of hills
Fancy, with girl of seven.
Its spell was dismissed til daffodils
Swept her into Heaven.
Next, and sizzling, came Fancy, cloud-sped
With child, all of seventeen.
Explained away til gold-hearted
A king garlanded his queen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fine imaginative poem...10++++++