Strange fits of passion have I known

STRANGE fits of passion have I known:
          And I will dare to tell,
          But in the Lover's ear alone,
          What once to me befell.

          When she I loved looked every day
          Fresh as a rose in June,
          I to her cottage bent my way,
          Beneath an evening-moon.

          Upon the moon I fixed my eye,
          All over the wide lea;                                      10
          With quickening pace my horse drew nigh
          Those paths so dear to me.

          And now we reached the orchard-plot;
          And, as we climbed the hill,
          The sinking moon to Lucy's cot
          Came near, and nearer still.

          In one of those sweet dreams I slept,
          Kind Nature's gentlest boon!
          And all the while my eyes I kept
          On the descending moon.                                     20

          My horse moved on; hoof after hoof
          He raised, and never stopped:
          When down behind the cottage roof,
          At once, the bright moon dropped.

          What fond and wayward thoughts will slide
          Into a Lover's head!
          "O mercy!" to myself I cried,
          "If Lucy should be dead!"

It is realized in this poem that love cannot live forever and lovers will have to part one day. The transcendency of love. Love is not immortal.