Thomas Moore



                   Oft, in the Stilly Night


                   Oft, in the stilly night,
                   Ere Slumber's chain has bound me,
                   Fond Memory brings the light
                   Of other days around me;
                   The smiles, the tears,
                   Of boyhood's years,
                   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 hath 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 hath bound me,
                   Sad Memory brings the light
                   Of other days around me.


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