Poem by Thomas Moore

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OH, come to me when daylight sets;	
  Sweet! then come to me,	
When smoothly go our gondolets	
  O’er the moonlight sea;	
When Mirth’s awake, and Love begins,
  Beneath that glancing ray,	
With sounds of lutes and mandolins,	
  To steal young hearts away.	
Then, come to me when daylight sets;	
  Sweet! then come to me,
When smoothly go our gondolets	
  O’er the moonlight sea.	
 
Oh, then’s the hour for those who love,	
  Sweet! like thee and me;	
When all’s so calm below, above,
  In heaven and o’er the sea;	
When maidens sing sweet barcarolles,	
  And Echo sings again	
So sweet, that all with ears and souls	
  Should love and listen then.
So, come to me, when daylight sets;	
  Sweet! then come to me,	
When smoothly go our gondolets	
  O’er the moonlight sea.

1. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 50
2. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 3
3. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 27
4. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 20
5. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 70

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