The Stolen Heart Poem by Christian Muller

The Stolen Heart

A while ago I lost my heart to her.
The green-eyed witch who nicked it as I slept
A dreamless sleep. And I the foolish cur
So stumbled 'cross the wood. And wholly crept
Through bower, heath and pine. Till hoary moon-
Light lit my battered face. And there I saw
Upon a silver bridge the thieving loon.
'Why don't be foul' quoth I. 'By mortal law
That was not yours to take'. She turned to me
'I won it fair you twit! ' tears in her eyes.
'I shan't forgo this gem of mine' quoth she.
By her soft hand I took. 'You keep your prize.
But in return you shall gift me your heart'.
And trading this with kiss and smile we did depart.

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