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DOST THOU REMEMBER by THOMAS MOORE

Dost thou remember that place so lonely,
A place for lovers and lovers only,
Where first I told thee all my secret sighs?
When, as the moonbeam that trembled o'er thee
Illumed thy blushes, I knelt before thee,
And read my hope's sweet triumph in those eyes?
Then, then, while closely heart was drawn to heart,
Love bound us - never, never more to part!
And when I called thee by names the dearest
That love could fancy, the fondest, nearest, -
My life, my only life! among the rest;
In those sweet accents that still enthral me,
Thou saidst, " Ah! " wherefore thy life thus call me?
Thy soul, thy soul's the name I love best;
For life soon passes, - but how blest to be
That Soul which never, never parts from thee!




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