The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Collected by Himself. In Ten Volumes |
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ON THE DEATH OF A LADY.
Sweet spirit! if thy airy sleep
Nor sees my tears nor hears my sighs,
Then will I weep, in anguish weep,
Till the last heart's drop fills mine eyes.
Nor sees my tears nor hears my sighs,
Then will I weep, in anguish weep,
Till the last heart's drop fills mine eyes.
But if thy sainted soul can feel,
And mingles in our misery;
Then, then my breaking heart I'll seal—
Thou shalt not hear one sigh from me.
And mingles in our misery;
Then, then my breaking heart I'll seal—
Thou shalt not hear one sigh from me.
The beam of morn was on the stream,
But sullen clouds the day deform:
Like thee was that young, orient beam,
Like death, alas, that sullen storm!
But sullen clouds the day deform:
Like thee was that young, orient beam,
Like death, alas, that sullen storm!
Thou wert not form'd for living here,
So link'd thy soul was with the sky;
Yet, ah, we held thee all so dear,
We thought thou wert not form'd to die.
So link'd thy soul was with the sky;
Yet, ah, we held thee all so dear,
We thought thou wert not form'd to die.
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