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 “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 48
2. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 3
3. From “Irish Melodies”. 57. Oh! Had We Some Bright Little Isle of Our Own
4. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 50
5. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 70

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