A Dream

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Title:     A Dream
Author: Thomas Moore [More Titles by 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!

[The end]
Thomas Moore's poem: Dream

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