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Poem by Thomas Moore


From Irish Melodies. 59. Oh! Doubt Me Not


                    OH! doubt me not  the season
                          Is oer when Folly made me rove,
                    And now the vestal, Reason,
                          Shall watch the fire awaked by Love.
          Although this heart was early blown,
                And fairest hands disturbd the tree,
          They only shook some blossoms down 
                Its fruit has all been kept for thee.
                    Then doubt me not  the season
                          Is oer when Folly made me rove,
                    And now the vestal, Reason,
                          Shall watch the fire awaked by Love.

                    And though my lute no longer
                          May sing of Passions ardent spell,
                    Yet, trust me, all the stronger
                          I feel the bliss I do not tell.
          The bee through many a garden roves,
                And hums his lay of courtship oer,
          But when he finds the flower he loves,
                He settles there, and hums no more.
                    Then doubt me not  the season
                          Is oer when Folly kept me free,
                    And now the vestal, Reason,
                          Shall guard the flame awaked by thee.



Thomas Moore


Thomas Moore's other poems:
  1. TotheFire‑Fly
  2. The Lake of the Dismal Swamp
  3. Bright Be Thy Dreams
  4. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 49
  5. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 50


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