Thomas Moore - Sweet InnisfallenThomas Moore - Sweet Innisfallen
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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!
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