STRANGE fits of passion have I known.....
And I will dare to tell,
But in the lover's ear alone,
What once to me befell.....
When she I loved look'd every day...
Fresh as a rose in June,
I to her cottage bent my way,
Beneath an evening moon.....
Upon the moon I fix'd my eye,
All over the wide lea....
With quickening pace my horse drew nigh...
Those paths so dear to me....
And now we reach'd the orchard-plot....
And,as we climb'd the hill,
The sinking moon to Lucy's cot...
Came near and nearer still....
In one of those sweet dreams I slept,
Kind Nature's gentlest boon.....!
And all the while my eyes I kept..
On the descending moon...
My horse moved on hoof after hoof...
He raised,and never stopp'd....
When down behind the cottage roof,
At once the bright moon dropp'd....
What fond and wayward thoughts will slide...
Into a lover's head...!
O mercy!' to myself I cried,
If Lucy should be dead.....!
And I will dare to tell,
But in the lover's ear alone,
What once to me befell.....
When she I loved look'd every day...
Fresh as a rose in June,
I to her cottage bent my way,
Beneath an evening moon.....
Upon the moon I fix'd my eye,
All over the wide lea....
With quickening pace my horse drew nigh...
Those paths so dear to me....
And now we reach'd the orchard-plot....
And,as we climb'd the hill,
The sinking moon to Lucy's cot...
Came near and nearer still....
In one of those sweet dreams I slept,
Kind Nature's gentlest boon.....!
And all the while my eyes I kept..
On the descending moon...
My horse moved on hoof after hoof...
He raised,and never stopp'd....
When down behind the cottage roof,
At once the bright moon dropp'd....
What fond and wayward thoughts will slide...
Into a lover's head...!
O mercy!' to myself I cried,
If Lucy should be dead.....!
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