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Poem by Thomas Moore
From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 10
How am I to punish thee, For the wrong thou’st done to me, Silly swallow, prating thing — Shall I clip that wheeling wing, Or, as Tereus did, of old, (So the fabled tale is told,) Shall I tear that tongue away, Tongue that utter’d such a lay? Ah, how thoughtless hast thou been! Long before the dawn was seen, When a dream came o’er my mind, Picturing her I worship, kind, Just when I was nearly blest, Loud thy matins broke my rest!
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