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Love, Wandering Thro The Golden Maze

Thomas Moore

Love, wandering through the golden maze
Of my beloved's hair,
Traced every lock with fond delays,
And, doting, lingered there.
And soon he found 'twere vain to fly;
His heart was close confined,
For, every ringlet was a tie--
A chain by beauty twined.

(C) Thomas Moore
03/10/2020


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