---

Thomas Moore - Sweet Innisfallen
Work rating: Low

Sweet Innisfallen, fare thee well, 
   May calm and sunshine long be thine! 
How fair thou art let others tell — 
   To feel how fair shall long be mine. 

Sweet Innisfallen, long shall dwell 
   In memory`s dream that sunny smile, 
Which o`er thee on that evening fell, 
   When first I saw thy fairy isle. 

`Twas light, indeed, too blest for one, 
   Who had to turn to paths of care — 
Through crowded haunts again to run, 
   And leave thee bright and silent there;

No more unto thy shores to come, 
   But, on the world`s rude ocean tost, 
Dream of thee sometimes as a home 
   Of sunshine he had seen and lost. 

Far better in thy weeping hour 
   To part from thee, as I do now, 
When mist is o`er thy blooming bowers, 
   Like sorrow`s veil on beauty`s brow. 

For, though unrivall`d still thy grace, 
   Thou dost not look, as then, too blest, 
But, thus in shadow, seem`st a place 
   Where erring man might hope to rest — 

Might hope to rest, and find in thee 
   A gloom like Eden`s, on the day 
He left its shade, when every tree, 
   Like thine, hung weeping o`er his way. 

Weeping or smiling, lovely isle! 
   And all the lovelier for thy tears — 
For though but rare thy sunny smile, 
   `Tis heaven`s own glance when it appears. 

Like feeling hearts whose joys are few, 
   But, when indeed they come, divine — 
The brightest light the sun e`er threw 
   Is lifeless to one gleam of thine!
Source
The script ran 0.001 seconds.