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Thomas Moore - She Sung of LoveThomas Moore - She Sung of Love
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She sung of Love, while o`er her lyre   The rosy rays of evening fell, As if to feed with their soft fire   The soul within that trembling shell. The same rich light hung o`er her cheek,   And play`d around those lips that sung And spoke, as flowers would sing and speak,   If Love could lend their leaves a tongue. But soon the West no longer burn`d,   Each rosy ray from heaven withdrew; And, when to gaze again I turn`d,   The minstrel`s form seem`d fading too. As if her light and heaven`s were one,   The glory all had left that frame; And from her glimmering lips the tone,   As from a parting spirit, came. Who ever loved, but had the thought   That he and all he loved must part? Fill`d with this fear, I flew and caught   The fading image to my heart And cried, "Oh Love! is this thy doom?   Oh light of youth`s resplendent day! Must ye then lose your golden bloom,   And thus, like sunshine die away?"
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