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Poem by Thomas Moore


TotheFire‑Fly


At morning, when the earth and sky
Are glowing with the light of spring,
We see thee not, thou humble fly!
Nor think upon thy gleaming wing.

But when the skies have lost their hue,
And sunny lights no longer play,
Oh then we see and bless thee too
For sparkling o'er the dreary way.

Thus let me hope, when lost to me
The lights that now my life illume,
Some milder joys may come, like thee,
To cheer, if not to warm, the gloom!



Thomas Moore


Thomas Moore's other poems:
  1. From Irish Melodies. 57. Oh! Had We Some Bright Little Isle of Our Own
  2. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 15
  3. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 32
  4. From Irish Melodies. 113. Alone in Crowds to Wander On
  5. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 34


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