Thomas Moore (Томас Мур)

From “Irish Melodies”. 64. No, Not More Welcome

          NO, not more welcome the fairy numbers
                Of music fall on the sleeper’s ear,
          When half awaking from fearful slumbers,
                He thinks the full quire of heaven is near —
          Than came that voice, when, all forsaken,
                This heart long had sleeping lain,
          Nor thought its cold pulse would ever waken
                To such benign blessed sounds again.

          Sweet voice of comfort! ’twas like the stealing
                Of summer wind through some wreathed shell —
          Each secret winding, each inmost feeling
                Of all my soul echoed to its spell.
          ’Twas whisper’d balm — ’twas sunshine spoken! —
                I’d live years of grief and pain
          To have my long sleep of sorrow broken
                By such benign blessed sounds 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 60

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