Thomas Moore ( )


From Irish Melodies. 11. As a Beam Oer the Face of the Waters May Glow


AS a beam oer the face of the waters may glow
While the tide runs in darkness and coldness below,
So the cheek may be tinged with a warm sunny smile,
Though the cold heart to ruin runs darkly the while.

One fatal remembrance, one sorrow that throws
Its bleak shade alike oer our joys and our woes,
To which life nothing darker or brighter can bring,
For which joy has no balm and affliction no sting 

Oh! this thought in the midst of enjoyment will stay,
Like a dead, leafless branch in the summers bright ray;
The beams of the warm sun play round it in vain;
It may smile in his light, but it blooms not again.



Thomas Moore's other poems:
  1. From Irish Melodies. 61. Id Mourn the Hopes
  2. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 3
  3. From Irish Melodies. 10. Rich and Rare Were the Gems She Wore
  4. From Irish Melodies. 92. ODonohues Mistress
  5. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 68


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