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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.

Love’s Young Dream

Thomas Moore (1779–1852)

OH! 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,

And days may come

Of milder, calmer beam,

But there’s nothing half so sweet in life

As love’s young dream:

No, there’s nothing half so sweet in life

As love’s young dream.

Tho’ the bard to purer fame may soar,

When wild youth’s past;

Tho’ he win the wise, who frown’d before,

To smile at last;

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,

And, at every close, she blush’d to hear

The one loved name.

No,—that hallowed form is ne’er forgot

Which first love traced;

Still it lingering haunts the greenest spot

On memory’s waste.

’Twas odour fled

As soon as shed;

’Twas morning’s wingèd dream;

’Twas a light that ne’er can shine again

On life’s dull stream:

Oh! ’twas light that ne’er can shine again

On life’s dull stream.