名人诗歌|Strange Fits Of Passion

STRANGE fits of passion have I known：

And I will dare to tell，

But in the lover's ear alone，

What once to me befell.

When she I loved looked every day

Fresh as a rose in June，

I to her cottage bent^{1 my way，}

Beneath an evening-moon.

Upon the moon I fixed^{2 my eye，}

All over the wide lea；

With quickening pace my horse drew nigh

Those paths so dear to me.

And now we reached the orchard-plot；

And， as we climbed the hill，

The sinking moon to Lucy's cot

Came near， and nearer still.

In one of those sweet dreams I slept，

Kind Nature's gentlest boon^3！

And all the while my eye I kept

On the descending^{4 moon.}

My horse moved on； hoof^{5 after hoof}

He raised， and never sTOPped：

When down behind the cottage roof，

At once， the bright moon dropped.

What fond and wayward thoughts will slide

Into a Lover's head！

O mercy！ to myself I cried，

If Lucy hould be dead！