Poem by Thomas Moore

From “Irish Melodies”. 118. Oh! Arranmore, Loved Arranmore

Oh! Arranmore, loved Arranmore,
  	How oft I dream of thee,
And of those days when, by thy shore,
  	I wandered young and free.
Full many a path I’ve tried, since then,
  	Thro’ pleasure’s flowery maze,
But ne’er could find the bliss again
  	I felt in those sweet days.

How blithe upon thy breezy cliffs,
  	At sunny morn I’ve stood,
With heart as bounding as the skiffs
  	That danced along thy flood;
Or, when the western wave grew bright
  	With daylight’s parting wing,
Have sought that Eden in its light,
  	Which dreaming poets sing; [1] –

That Eden where the immortal brave
  	Dwell in a land serene, –
Whose bowers beyond the shining wave,
  	At sunset, oft are seen.
Ah dream too full of saddening truth!
  	Those mansions o’er the main
Are like the hopes I built in youth, –
  	As sunny and as vain!

1. From “Irish Melodies”. 41. Lesbia Hath a Beaming Eye
2. From “Irish Melodies”. 47. What the Bee Is to the Floweret
3. From “Irish Melodies”. 120. Oh, Could We Do with This World of Ours
4. From “Irish Melodies”. 48. Love and the Novice
5. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 27

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