Poem by Thomas Moore

From “Irish Melodies”. 80. Whene’er I See Those Smiling Eyes

Whene’er I see those smiling eyes,
  	So full of hope, and joy, and light,
As if no cloud could ever rise,
  	To dim a heaven so purely bright –
I sigh to think how soon that brow
  	In grief may lose its every ray,
And that light heart, so joyous now,
  	Almost forget it once was gay.

For time will come with all its blights,
  	The ruined hope, the friend unkind,
And love, that leaves, where’er it lights,
  	A chilled or burning heart behind: –
While youth, that now like snow appears,
  	Ere sullied by the darkening rain,
When once ’tis touched by sorrow’s tears
  	Can ever shine so bright 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 “Irish Melodies”. 123. From This Hour the Pledge Is Given

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