Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Thomas Moore. 17791852582. The Young May Moon
THE young May moon is beaming, love, | |
The glow-worm’s lamp is gleaming, love; | |
How sweet to rove | |
Through Morna’s grove, | |
When the drowsy world is dreaming, love! | 5 |
Then awake!—the heavens look bright, my dear, | |
‘Tis never too late for delight, my dear; | |
And the best of all ways | |
To lengthen our days | |
Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear! | 10 |
Now all the world is sleeping, love, | |
But the Sage, his star-watch keeping, love, | |
And I, whose star | |
More glorious far | |
Is the eye from that casement peeping, love. | 15 |
Then awake!—till rise of sun, my dear, | |
The Sage’s glass we’ll shun, my dear, | |
Or in watching the flight | |
Of bodies of light | |
He might happen to take thee for one, my dear! | 20 |