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Thomas Moore - OmensThomas Moore - Omens
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When daylight was yet sleeping under the pillow,   And stars in the heavens still lingering shone, Young Kitty, all blushing, rose up from her pillow,   The last time she e`er was to press it alone. For the youth whom she treasured her heart and her soul in   Had promised to link the last tie before noon; And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen,   The maiden herself will steal after it soon. As she look`d in the glass, which a woman ne`er misses,   Nor ever wants time for a sly glance or two, A butterfly,[1] fresh from the night-flower`s kisses,   Flew over the mirror, and shaded her view. Enraged with the insect for hiding her graces,   She brush`d him he fell, alas! never to rise; "Ah! such," said the girl, "is the pride of our faces,   For which the soul`s innocence too often dies." While she stole through the garden, where heart`s-ease was growing,   She cull`d some, and kiss`d off its night-fallen dew; And a rose, further on, look`d so tempting and glowing,   That, spite of her haste, she must gather it too: But while o`er the roses too carelessly leaning,   Her zone flew in two, and the heart`s-ease was lost: "Ah! this means," said the girl (and she sigh`d at its meaning),   "That love is scarce worth the repose it will cost!"
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