Thomas Moore ( )


From Irish Melodies. 67. The Time I've Lost


          THE time Ive lost in wooing,
          In watching and pursuing
                    The light that lies
                    In womans eyes,
          Has been my hearts undoing.
          Though Wisdom oft has sought me,
          I scornd the lore she brought me,
                    My only books
                    Were womans looks,
          And follys all theyve taught me.

          Her smile when Beauty granted,
          I hung with gaze enchanted,
                    Like him the Sprite,
                    Whom maids by night
          Oft meet in glen thats haunted.
          Like him, too, Beauty won me,
          But while her eyes were on me,
                    If once their ray
                    Was turnd away,
          O! winds could not outrun me.
          And are those follies going?
          And is my proud heart growing
                    Too cold or wise
                    For brilliant eyes
          Again to set it glowing?
          No, vain, alas! the endeavour
          From bonds so sweet to sever;
                    Poor Wisdoms chance
                    Against a glance
          Is now as weak as ever.



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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