Thomas Moore (Томас Мур)

From “Irish Melodies”. 93. Echo

HOW sweet the answer Echo makes
         To music at night,
When, roused by lute or horn, she wakes,
And far away, o’er lawns and lakes,
         Goes answering light.

Yet Love hath echoes truer far,
         And far more sweet,
Than e’er beneath the moonlight’s star,
Of horn or lute, or soft guitar,
         The songs repeat.

’Tis when the sigh, in youth sincere,
         And only then —
The sigh that’s breathed for one to hear,
Is by that one, that only dear,
         Breathed back again!

1. Савойская ария • Oft, When the Watching Stars Grow Pale
2. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 69
3. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 26
4. From “Irish Melodies”. 115. Song of Innisfail
5. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 38

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