The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Collected by Himself. In Ten Volumes |
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DOST THOU REMEMBER.
Dost thou remember that place so lonely,
A place for lovers, and lovers only,
Where first I told thee all my secret sighs?
When, as the moonbeam, that trembled o'er thee,
Illumed thy blushes, I knelt before thee,
And read my hope's sweet triumph in those eyes?
Then, then, while closely heart was drawn to heart,
Love bound us—never, never more to part!
A place for lovers, and lovers only,
Where first I told thee all my secret sighs?
When, as the moonbeam, that trembled o'er thee,
Illumed thy blushes, I knelt before thee,
And read my hope's sweet triumph in those eyes?
Then, then, while closely heart was drawn to heart,
Love bound us—never, never more to part!
And when I call'd thee by names the dearest
That love could fancy, the fondest, nearest,—
“My life, my only life!” among the rest;
In those sweet accents that still inthral me,
Thou saidst, “Ah! wherefore thy life thus call me?
“Thy soul, thy soul's the name that I love best;
“For life soon passes,—but how bless'd to be
“That Soul which never, never parts from thee!”
That love could fancy, the fondest, nearest,—
“My life, my only life!” among the rest;
In those sweet accents that still inthral me,
Thou saidst, “Ah! wherefore thy life thus call me?
“Thy soul, thy soul's the name that I love best;
“For life soon passes,—but how bless'd to be
“That Soul which never, never parts from thee!”
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