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128 VII.

fits of passion I have known:

And I will dare to tell,

But in the Lover's ear alone,

What once to me befel.

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,

AH 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.