Hallo, My Fadey

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Excerpt from Hallo, My Fadey The Apology. In fancy's fields, with eager feet The poets wander; there they meet The fickle maid, and cry, "'Hallo! My fancy, whither wilt thou go?' Through woodland dim, or meadow sweet?" 'Hallo!' within their deep retreat The drowsy echoes, waked, repeat. 'Hallo!' cry all the winds that blow In fancy's fields. These are the answers, incomplete, We two have gained; each quaint conceit, Each word with life or love aglow, But echoes, tenderly and low, Fair fancy's footsteps, flying fleet In fancy's fields. Poem by S. D. S., Jr. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books.forgottenbooks.com</a> This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.