. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . 0, trust me, t was a place, an hour,The worst that eer the tempters power Could tangle me or you in;Sweet Nea, let us roam no moreAlong, that wild and lonely shore, Sucn walks ma}^ be our ruin. m§Tm Heard you the wish I dard to name,To murmur on that luckless night, When passion broke the bonds of shame,And love grew madness in your sight? Divinely through the graceful dance,You seemd to float in silent song. Bending to earth that sunny if to light your steps along. 0, how could others dare to touch That hallowd form
. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . 0, trust me, t was a place, an hour,The worst that eer the tempters power Could tangle me or you in;Sweet Nea, let us roam no moreAlong, that wild and lonely shore, Sucn walks ma}^ be our ruin. m§Tm Heard you the wish I dard to name,To murmur on that luckless night, When passion broke the bonds of shame,And love grew madness in your sight? Divinely through the graceful dance,You seemd to float in silent song. Bending to earth that sunny if to light your steps along. 0, how could others dare to touch That hallowd form with hand so free, When but to look was bliss too rare for all but love and me! With smiling eyes, that little thoughtHow fatal were the beams they threw, My trembling hands you lightly round me, like a spirit, flew. Heedless of all, but you alone,— And you, at least, should not condemn, If, when such eyes before me shone,My soul forgot all eyes but them,—
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