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Fuess and Stearns, comps.  The Little Book of Society Verse.  1922.
The Time I’ve Lost in Wooing
By Thomas Moore
THE TIME I’ve lost in wooing,
In watching and pursuing
    The light that lies
    In woman’s eyes,
Has been my heart’s undoing.        5
Though Wisdom oft has sought me,
I scorned the lore she brought me,
    My only books
    Were woman’s looks,
And folly’s all they’ve taught me.        10
Her smile when Beauty granted,
I hung with gaze enchanted,
    Like him the sprite,
    Whom maids by night
Oft met in glen that’s haunted.        15
Like him, too, Beauty won me
But while her eyes were on me,
    If once their ray
    Was turned away,
Oh! winds could not outrun me.        20
And are those follies going?
And is my proud heart growing
    Too cold or wise
    For brilliant eyes
Again to set it glowing?        25
No, vain, alas! th’ endeavour
From bonds so sweet to sever;
    Poor Wisdom’s chance
    Against a glance
Is now as weak as ever.        30

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