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Strange fits of passion I have known: / And I will dare to tell, / But in the Lover's ear alone, / What once to me befell.
When she I loved, was strong and gay / And like a rose in June, / I to her cottage bent my way, / Beneath the evening Moon.
Upon the Moon I fixed my eye, / All over the wide lea: / My Horse trudged on -- and we drew nigh / Those paths so dear to me.
And now we reached the orchard plot; / And, as we climbed the hill, / Towards the roof of Lucy's cot / The Moon descended 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 stopped: / When down behind the cottage roof / At once the Planet dropped.
What fond and wayward thoughts will slide / Into a Lover's head --
"O mercy! " to myself I cried, / "If Lucy should be dead! "