How sweet a dream your memories rai!

III

Passion''s wild sway I then allowed,

Her promptings unto law did make,

Pursuits I followed of the crowd,

My sportive Mu I ud to take

To many a noisy feast and fight,

Terror of guardians of the night;

And wild festivities among

She brought with her the gift of song.

Like a Bate in her sport

Beside the bsp;she sang her rhymes

And the young revellers of past times

Vociferously paid her court,

And I, amid the friendly crowd,

Of my light paramour was proud.

IV

But I abandoned their array,

And fled afar-she followed me.

How oft the kindly Mu away

Hath whiled the road''s monotony,

Entranbsp;me by some mystibsp;tale.

How oft beh the moonbeams pale

Like Leonora did she ride

With me Caucasian robsp;beside!

How oft to the Crimean shore

She led me through noal mist

Unto the sounding a to list,

Where Nereids murmur evermore,

And where the billows hoarly rai

To God eternal hymns of prai.

V

Then, the far capital fot,

Its splendour and its blandishments,

In poor Moldavia cast her lot,

How sweet a dream your memories rai!

III

Passion''s wild sway I then allowed,

Her promptings unto law did make,

Pursuits I followed of the crowd,

My sportive Mu I ud to take

To many a noisy feast and fight,

Terror of guardians of the night;

And wild festivities among

She brought with her the gift of song.

Like a Bate in her sport

Beside the bsp;she sang her rhymes

And the young revellers of past times

Vociferously paid her court,

And I, amid the friendly crowd,

Of my light paramour was proud.

IV

But I abandoned their array,

And fled afar-she followed me.

How oft the kindly Mu away

Hath whiled the road''s monotony,

Entranbsp;me by some mystibsp;tale.

How oft beh the moonbeams pale

Like Leonora did she ride

With me Caucasian robsp;beside!

How oft to the Crimean shore

She led me through noal mist

Unto the sounding a to list,

Where Nereids murmur evermore,

And where the billows hoarly rai

To God eternal hymns of prai.

V

Then, the far capital fot,

Its splendour and its blandishments,

In poor Moldavia cast her lot,