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Poem by Thomas Moore


The Young May Moon


The young May moon is beaming, love.
The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming, love.
How sweet to rove,
Through Morna's grove,
When the drowsy world is dreaming, love!
Then awake! -- the heavens look bright, my dear,
'Tis never too late for delight, my dear,
And the best of all ways
To lengthen our days
Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!

Now all the world is sleeping, love,
But the Sage, his star-watch keeping, love,
And I, whose star,
More glorious far,
Is the eye from that casement peeping, love.
Then awake! -- till rise of sun, my dear,
The Sage's glass we'll shun, my dear,
Or, in watching the flight
Of bodies of light,
He might happen to take thee for one, my dear. 



Thomas Moore


Thomas Moore's other poems:
  1. Corn and Catholics
  2. One Bumper At Parting
  3. The Song of Fionnuala
  4. There Are Sounds Of Mirth
  5. To Ladies' Eyes


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