O love, thou art but as a fleeting dream
That passeth in the stillness of the night
To capture souls and fill with vain esteem
Then carry them above on wing’ed flight
Enraptured be those caught in your domain
With eyes that see naught but the one beloved
Extolling ever with a sweet refrain
Such passions, glowing warm like bosoms gloved
O love, thou art a trickster of the mind
All reason thus be gone and ever lost
So clouding sight, yet furthermore to blind
And then to onwards likely count the cost
True love must thence be sought with open eyes
Lest that beloved, one ever shall despise
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