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'Twas in a mocking dream of night--
I fancied I had wings as light
As a young birds, and flew as fleet;
While Love, around whose beauteous feet,
I knew not why, hung chains of lead,
Pursued me, as I trembling fled;
And, strange to say, as swift as thought,
Spite of my pinions, I was caught!
What does the wanton Fancy mean
By such a strange, illusive scene?
I fear she whispers to my breast,
That you, sweet maid, have stolen its rest;
That though my fancy, for a while,
Hath hung on many a woman's smile,
I soon dissolved each passing vow,
And ne'er was caught by love till now!
Odes Of Anacreon - Ode Xxx
Thomas Moore
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Poem topics: I love you, dream, fear, light, night, smile, woman, stolen, sweet, young, thought, swift, scene, I miss you, strange, love, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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