The Mind
A Dream
From Juvenile Poems
The Mind
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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MLA
Moore, Thomas. “A Dream.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/moore/72/.
Chicago
Moore, Thomas. “A Dream.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/moore/72/.
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