THOMAS MOORE

��184. The Light of Other T)ays

T, 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 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.

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