Thomas Moore ( )

From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 37

Twas night, and many a circling bowl
Had deeply warmd my thirsty soul;
As lulld in slumber I was laid,
Bright visions oer my fancy playd.
With maidens, blooming as the dawn,
I seemd to skim the opening lawn;
Light, on tiptoe bathed in dew,
We flew, and sported as we flew!
            Some ruddy striplings, who lookd on 
With cheeks, that like the wine-gods shone,
Saw me chasing, free and wild,
These blooming maids, and slyly smiled;
Smiled indeed with wanton glee,
Though none could doubt they envied me.
And still I flew  and now had caught
The panting nymphs, and fondly thought
To gather from each rosy lip
A kiss that Jove himself might sip 
When sudden all my dream of joys,
Blushing nymphs and laughing boys,
All were gone!  Alas! I said,
Sighing for the illusion fled,
Again, sweet sleep, that scene restore,
Oh! let me dream it oer and oer!

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

 . Poem to print (Print)

: 1073

To English version