Thomas Moore ( )

From Irish Melodies. 30. Ill Omens

          WHEN daylight was yet sleeping under the pillow,
                And stars in the heavens still lingering shone,
          Young Kitty, all blushing, rose up from her pillow,
                The last time she eer was to press it alone.
          For the youth whom she treasured her heart and her soul in
                Had promised to link the last tie before noon;
          And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen,
                The maiden herself will steal after it soon.

          As she lookd in the glass, which a woman neer misses,
                Nor ever wants time for a sly glance or two,
          A butterfly, fresh from the night-flowers kisses,
                Flew over the mirror, and shaded her view.
          Enraged with the insect for hiding her graces,
                She brushd him  he fell, alas! never to rise;
          "Ah! such," said the girl, "is the pride of our faces,
                For which the souls innocence too often dies."

          While she stole through the garden, where hearts-ease was growing,
                She culld some, and kissd off its night-fallen dew;
          And a rose, further on, lookd so tempting and glowing,
                That, spite of her haste, she must gather it too:
          But while oer the roses too carelessly leaning,
                Her zone flew in two, and the hearts-ease was lost:
          "Ah! this means," said the girl (and she sighd at its meaning),
                "That love is scarce worth the repose it will cost!"

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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