The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Collected by Himself. In Ten Volumes |
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“Ere morn,” said he,—and, while he spoke,
Turn'd to the east, where, clear, and pale,
The star of dawn already broke—
“We'll greet, on yonder wave, their sail!”
Then, wherefore part? all, all agree
To wait them here, beneath this bower;
And thus, while even amidst their glee,
Each eye is turn'd to watch the sea,
With song they cheer the anxious hour.
Turn'd to the east, where, clear, and pale,
The star of dawn already broke—
“We'll greet, on yonder wave, their sail!”
Then, wherefore part? all, all agree
To wait them here, beneath this bower;
And thus, while even amidst their glee,
Each eye is turn'd to watch the sea,
With song they cheer the anxious hour.
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