Strange Fits of Passion I Have Known

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Strange Fits of Passion I Have Known

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!”