GOLDEN hair and blue eyes,
Opened wide with wonder;
Dimpled hand, that softly lies
The leaves to keep asunder, -
What's the volume that you read,
As the fire light dances,
Casting shapes that vainly plead
For your laughing glances?
Fairy tales! Fairy tales!
Now I know the reason,
When all else amusement fails,
This you ever seize on.
Is the princess young and fair,
Full of sunny gladness?
Is the prince a gallant heir,
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