Thomas Moore ( )

From Irish Melodies. 81. If Thoult Be Mine

If thoult be mine, the treasures of air,
  	Of earth, and sea, shall lie at thy feet;
Whatever in Fancys eye looks fair,
  	Or in Hopes sweet music sounds most sweet,
Shall be ours  if thou wilt be mine, love!

Bright flowers shall bloom wherever we rove,
  	A voice divine shall talk in each stream;
The stars shall look like worlds of love,
  	And this earth be all one beautiful dream
    	In our eyes  if thou wilt be mine, love!

And thoughts, whose source is hidden and high,
  	Like streams, that come from heavenward hills,
Shall keep our hearts, like meads, that lie
  	To be bathed by those eternal rills,
  	Ever green, if thou wilt be mine, love!

All this and more the Spirit of Love
  	Can breathe oer them, who feel his spells;
That heaven, which forms his home above,
  	He can make on earth, wherever he dwells,
    	As thoult own  if thou wilt be mine, love!

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Thomas Moore's other poems:
  1. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 10
  2. From Irish Melodies. 39. The Princes Day
  3. From Irish Melodies. 108. Sing Sing Music Was Given
  4. From Irish Melodies. 3. Erin! The Tear and the Smile in Thine Eyes
  5. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 23

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