A DREAM.

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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