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Bliss Carman, et al., eds.  The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume II. Love.  1904.
 
VI. Lovers
Love’s Young Dream
Thomas Moore (1779–1852)
 
From “Irish Melodies”

O THE DAYS are gone when beauty bright
        My heart’s chain wove!
When my dream of life, from morn till night,
        Was love, still love!
        New hope may bloom,        5
        And days may come,
  Of milder, calmer beam,
But there ’s nothing half so sweet in life
  As love’s young dream!
O, there ’s nothing half so sweet in life        10
  As love’s young dream!
 
Though the bard to purer fame may soar,
        When wild youth ’s past;
Though he win the wise, who frowned before,
        To smile at last;        15
        He ’ll never meet
        A joy so sweet
  In all his noon of fame
As when first he sung to woman’s ear
        His soul-felt flame,        20
And at every close she blushed to hear
        The one loved name!
 
O, that hallowed form is ne’er forgot,
  Which first love traced;
Still it lingering haunts the greenest spot        25
  On memory’s waste!
        ’T was odor fled
        As soon as shed;
  ’T was morning’s wingèd dream;
’T was a light that ne’er can shine again        30
  On life’s dull stream!
O, ’t was a light that ne’er can shine again
  On life’s dull stream!
 
 
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