Strange Fits Of Passion Have I Known – William Wordsworth


          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 my way,
          Beneath an evening-moon.

          Upon the moon I fixed my eye,
          All over the wide lea;                                      10
          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!
          And all the while my eyes I kept
          On the descending moon.                                     20

          My horse moved on; hoof 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 should be dead!"
                                 William Wordsworth


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