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English Poetry II: From Collins to Fitzgerald.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

Thomas Moore

484. The Light of Other Days


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 hearts now broken!

Thus in the stilly night

Ere slumber’s chain has bound me,

Sad Memory brings the light

Of other days around me.

When I remember all

The friends so link’d 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!

Thus in the stilly night

Ere slumber’s chain has bound me,

Sad Memory brings the light

Of other days around me.