Thomas Moore (Томас Мур)

From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 10

How am I to punish thee,
For the wrong thou’st done to me,
Silly swallow, prating thing —
Shall I clip that wheeling wing,
Or, as Tereus did, of old,
(So the fabled tale is told,)
Shall I tear that tongue away,
Tongue that utter’d such a lay?
Ah, how thoughtless hast thou been!
Long before the dawn was seen,
When a dream came o’er my mind,
Picturing her I worship, kind,
Just when I was nearly blest,
Loud thy matins broke my rest!

1. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 72
2. From “Irish Melodies”. 114. I’ve a Secret to Tell Thee
3. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 51
4. From “Irish Melodies”. 70. ’Tis Gone, and for Ever
5. From “Irish Melodies”. 102. And Doth Not a Meeting Like This

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