Thomas Moore ( )


From Irish Melodies. 20. The Song of Fionnuala


          SILENT, oh Moyle, be the roar of thy water,
                Break not, ye breezes, your chain of repose,
          While, murmuring mournfully, Lirs lonely daughter
                Tells to the night-star her tale of woes.
          When shall the swan, her death-note singing,
                Sleep, with wings in darkness furld?
          When will heaven, its sweet bell ringing,
                Call my spirit from this stormy world?

          Sadly, oh Moyle, to thy winter-wave weeping,
                Fate bids me languish long ages away;
          Yet still in her darkness doth Erin lie sleeping,
                Still doth the pure light its dawning delay.
          When will that day-star, mildly springing,
                Warm our isle with peace and love?
          When will heaven, its sweet bell ringing,
                Call my spirit to the fields above?



Thomas Moore's other poems:
  1. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 46
  2. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 60
  3. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 19
  4. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 9
  5. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 50


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