Strange fits of passion I have known, c
Strange 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 lov’d, was strong and gay5
And like a rose in June,
I to her cottage bent my way,
Beneath the evening Moon.
Upon the Moon I fix’d my eye,
All over the wide lea:10
My Horse trudg’d on—and we drew nigh
Those paths so dear to me.
And now we reach’d the orchard plot;
And, as we climb’d the hill,
Towards the roof of Lucy’s cot15
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.20
My Horse mov’d on; hoof after hoof
He rais’d, and never stopp’d:
When down behind the cottage roof
At once the Planet dropp’d.
What fond and wayward thoughts will slide25
Into a Lover’s head—
“O mercy!” to myself I cried,
“If Lucy should be dead!”