The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Collected by Himself. In Ten Volumes |
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OH, SOON RETURN. |
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OH, SOON RETURN.
Our white sail caught the evening ray,
The wave beneath us seem'd to burn,
When all the weeping maid could say
Was, “Oh, soon return!”
Through many a clime our ship was driven,
O'er many a billow rudely thrown;
Now chill'd beneath a northern heaven,
Now sunn'd in summer's zone:
And still, where'er we bent our way,
When evening bid the west wave burn,
I fancied still I heard her say,
“Oh, soon return!”
The wave beneath us seem'd to burn,
When all the weeping maid could say
Was, “Oh, soon return!”
Through many a clime our ship was driven,
O'er many a billow rudely thrown;
Now chill'd beneath a northern heaven,
Now sunn'd in summer's zone:
And still, where'er we bent our way,
When evening bid the west wave burn,
I fancied still I heard her say,
“Oh, soon return!”
If ever yet my bosom found
Its thoughts one moment turn'd from thee,
'Twas when the combat raged around,
And brave men look'd to me.
But though the war-field's wild alarm
For gentle Love was all unmeet,
He lent to Glory's brow the charm,
Which made even danger sweet.
And still, when victory's calm came o'er
The hearts where rage had ceased to burn,
Those parting words I heard once more,
“Oh, soon return!—Oh, soon return!”
Its thoughts one moment turn'd from thee,
'Twas when the combat raged around,
And brave men look'd to me.
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For gentle Love was all unmeet,
He lent to Glory's brow the charm,
Which made even danger sweet.
And still, when victory's calm came o'er
The hearts where rage had ceased to burn,
Those parting words I heard once more,
“Oh, soon return!—Oh, soon return!”
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