~*~ Love’s Young Dream~*~ By: By: Thomas Moore

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.

Though the bard to purer fame may soar,

When wild youth’s past;

Though 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 hallow’d 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 winged dream;

‘Twas a light, tht ne’er can shine again

On life’s dull stream:

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

On life’s dull stream.

***

Jyoti Arora
Author of Dream’s Sake, Samsung Mobiler

www.jyotiarora.com

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