IT was at night his form divine,
Did with transplendent beauty shine,
And won my right good will;
The moon did cast a pleasing ray,
We thought it sweeter than the day,
And wander’d to the hill.
We seem’d to tread enchanted ground,
Where fairies keep their midnight round.
As I have oft been told;
We set us down upon a rock,
Where shepherds us’d to feed their flock,
In golden days of old.
My bosom thrill’d with pleasing pain,
He look’d so like that handsome swain,
Who charm’d the Grecian fair;
I swore by all yon lights above,
My heart, till then a foe to love,
Did yield like easy air.
With envy all condemn my flame,
And Prudence says I am to blame,
For loving one so rare,
Yes, I confess I have been wrong,
For not APOLLO, God of Song,
With JAMIE can compare.
(Rebekah Carmichael)
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