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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
Love’s Young Dream
By 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,        5
          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        10
        As love’s young dream.
 
Though the bard to purer fame may soar,
          When wild youth’s past;
Though he win the wise, who frowned before,
          To smile at last:        15
          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,        20
And at every close she blushed 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        25
          On memory’s waste.
          ’Twas odor fled
          As soon as shed;
        ’Twas morning’s winged dream:
’Twas a light that ne’er can shine again        30
        On life’s dull stream;
Oh! ’twas light that ne’er can shine again
        On life’s dull stream.
 
 
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