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 THOMAS MOORE

The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken' Thus, in the stilly night,

Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.

When I remember all

The friends, so link'd together, I've seen around me fall

Like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed! Thus, in the stilly night,

Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.

��594 At the Mid Hour of Night

k T the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly

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��. To the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm in

thine eye;

And I think oft, if spirits can steal from the regions of air To revisit past scenes of delight, thou wilt come to me there, And tell me our love is remember'd even in the sky.

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