 | The poetical works of the late Thomas Little [i.e. Thomas Moore] |  |
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[Jessy on a bank was sleeping]
Jessy on a bank was sleeping,
A flow'r beneath her bosom lay;
Love, upon her slumber creeping,
Stole the flow'r, and flew away!
A flow'r beneath her bosom lay;
Love, upon her slumber creeping,
Stole the flow'r, and flew away!
Pity, then, poor Jessy's ruin,
Who, becalm'd by Slumber's wing,
Never felt what Love was doing—
Never dream'd of such a thing.
Who, becalm'd by Slumber's wing,
Never felt what Love was doing—
Never dream'd of such a thing.
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