Oft in the stilly night,
E're slumber's chain has bound me,
Fond Memory brings the light,
Of another day around me;
The smiles, the tears,
Of boyhood years,
The words o love then spoken;
The eyes that shone
Now dimmed and gone,
The cheerful hearts now broken.
When I remember all
The friends so linked together,
I see around me fall,
Like leaves in wintry weather,
I feel like one
Who treads alone
Some banquet hall deserted,
Whose lights are fled,
And all but me departed.
Whose garlands dead,
Thus in the stilly night,
E're slumbers chain has bound me,
Sad Memory brings the light
Of other days around me.
Thomas Moore
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 11:26 AM UTC
Oft in the stilly night,
E're slumber's chain has bound me,
Fond Memory brings the light,
Of another day around me;
The smiles, the tears,
Of boyhood years,
The words o love then spoken;
The eyes that shone
Now dimmed and gone,
The cheerful hearts now broken.
When I remember all
The friends so linked together,
I see around me fall,
Like leaves in wintry weather,
I feel like one
Who treads alone
Some banquet hall deserted,
Whose lights are fled,
And all but me departed.
Whose garlands dead,
Thus in the stilly night,
E're slumbers chain has bound me,
Sad Memory brings the light
Of other days around me.
Thomas Moore
