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1779–1852

A DREAM.

Thomas Moore

I thought this heart enkindled lay On Cupid's burning shrine: I thought he stole thy heart away, And placed it near to mine.

I saw thy heart begin to melt, Like ice before the sun; Till both a glow congenial felt, And mingled into one!

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