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Thomas Moore - The Time I`ve Lost In Wooing
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The time I`ve lost in wooing, 
In watching and pursuing 
The light that lies 
In woman`s eyes, 
Has been my heart`s undoing. 
Tho` Wisdom oft has sought me, 
I scorn`d the lore she brought me, 
My only books 
Were women`s looks, 
And folly`s all they taught me. 

Her smile when Beauty granted, 
I hung with gaze enchanted, 
Like him the Sprite 
Whom maids by night 
Oft meet in glen that`s haunted. 
Like him, too, Beauty won me; 
But when the spell was on me, 
If once their ray 
Was turn`d away, 
O! winds could not outrun me. 

And are those follies going? 
And is my proud heart growing 
Too cold or wise 
For brillant eyes 
Again to set it glowing? 
No — vain, alas! th` endeavour 
From bonds so sweet to sever: — 
Poor Wisdom`s chance 
Against a glance 
Is now as weak as ever.
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