  Oft in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me: The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful homes now broken! Then in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain hath bound me, Sad memory brings the light Of other days around me. The friends so linked together I've seen around me fall Like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed. Then in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain hath bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me. Thomas Moore |
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