Part 7 — THOMAS MOORE

THE young May moon is beaming, love, The glow-worm’s lamp is gleaming, love; How sweet to rove Through Morna’s grove, When the drowsy world is dreaming, love! Then awake!—the heavens look bright, my dear, ’Tis never too late for delight, my dear; And the best of all ways To lengthen our days Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear! Now all the world is sleeping, love, But the Sage, his star-watch keeping, love, And I, whose star More glorious far Is the eye from that casement peeping, love. Then awake!—till rise of sun, my dear, The Sage’s glass we’ll shun, my dear, Or in watching the flight Of bodies of light He might happen to take thee for one, my dear!

THROUGH grief and through danger thy smile hath cheer’d my way, Till hope seem’d to bud from each thorn that round me lay; The darker our fortune, the brighter our pure love burn’d, Till shame into glory, till fear into zeal was turn’d: Yes, slave as I was, in thy arms my spirit felt free, And bless’d even the sorrows that made me more dear to thee. Thy rival was honour’d, while thou wert wrong’d and scorn’d; Thy crown was of briers, while gold her brows adorn’d; She woo’d me to temples, whilst thou lay’st hid in caves; Her friends were all masters, while thine, alas! were slaves; Yet cold in the earth, at thy feet, I would rather be Than wed what I loved not, or turn one thought from thee. They slander thee sorely, who say thy vows are frail— Hadst thou been a false one, thy cheek had look’d less pale! They say, too, so long thou hast worn those lingering chains, That deep in thy heart they have printed their servile stains: O, foul is the slander!—no chain could that soul subdue— Where shineth thy spirit, there Liberty shineth too!

OFT, in the stilly night, Ere slumber’s chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me: The smiles, the tears Of boyhood’s years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone, Now dimm’d and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere slumber’s chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me. When I remember all The friends, so link’d together, I’ve seen around me fall Like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere slumber’s chain has bound me. Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.

AT the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly To the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm in thine eye; And I think oft, if spirits can steal from the regions of air To revisit past scenes of delight, thou wilt come to me there, And tell me our love is remembered even in the sky. Then I sing the wild song it once was rapture to hear, When our voices commingling breathed like one on the ear; And as Echo far off through the vale my sad orison rolls, I think, O my love! ’tis thy voice from the Kingdom of Souls Faintly answering still the notes that once were so dear.