Lines

Far hath lovely Fanny flown, O'er the mountains, o'er the sea; All our peace with her hath gone, We are wed to misery.

As the rainbow fades away, As the short-lived spring departs, Shone she brightly o'er our way, Fled from our repining hearts.

Yet the rainbow will return, And the Spring will come once more; But the fair whose flight we mourn, Walks on Death's Elysian shore.