Thomas Moore (Томас Мур)

From “Irish Melodies”. 64. No, Not More Welcome

          NO, not more welcome the fairy numbers
                Of music fall on the sleeper’s ear,
          When half awaking from fearful slumbers,
                He thinks the full quire of heaven is near —
          Than came that voice, when, all forsaken,
                This heart long had sleeping lain,
          Nor thought its cold pulse would ever waken
                To such benign blessed sounds again.

          Sweet voice of comfort! ’twas like the stealing
                Of summer wind through some wreathed shell —
          Each secret winding, each inmost feeling
                Of all my soul echoed to its spell.
          ’Twas whisper’d balm — ’twas sunshine spoken! —
                I’d live years of grief and pain
          To have my long sleep of sorrow broken
                By such benign blessed sounds again.

1. From “Irish Melodies”. 47. What the Bee Is to the Floweret
2. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 32
3. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 16
4. From “Irish Melodies”. 3. Erin! The Tear and the Smile in Thine Eyes
5. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 74

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