Thomas Moore ( )

From Irish Melodies. 91. Oh, Ye Dead!

OH, ye Dead! oh, ye Dead! whom we know by the light you give
From your cold gleaming eyes, though you move like men who live,
         Why leave you thus your graves,
         In far off fields and waves,
Where the worm and the sea-bird only know your bed,
         To haunt this spot where all
         Those eyes that wept your fall,
And the hearts that waild you, like your own, lie dead?

It is true, it is true, we are shadows cold and wan;
And the fair and the brave whom we loved on earth are gone;
         But still thus even in death,
         So sweet the living breath
Of the fields and the flowers in our youth we wanderd oer,
         That ere, condemnd, we go
         To freeze mid Heclas snow,
We would taste it a while, and think we live once more!

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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