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Show MOONSTRUCK. The moon shone in my eyes the other night And filled my brain with fancies idle dreams (The moon is false and fickle, so it seems, And mad of mo, no doubt, a foolish wight ) I thought I loved you. Thought for full an hour That Paradise my own was in your giasp; You can lecall the aidor of the clasp My hand gave yours and all the subtle power Of thrilling glances lips that softly met; The words half spoken, trembling on my tongue; 'Twas all tho spell of that white radiance flung From Luna's face. The jade! I see her yet! But now the sun is o'er mo. In my brain Returning reason sit3 upon her throne. The world, I see, is not for us alone Not yours and mine1 and so the spell is vain, And in the sky the moon may hide her face And count me missing from her votive shrine. I see today that earth is only mine When some rich maid has filled your vacant place. Town Topics. |