Poem by Thomas Moore

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OH, come to me when daylight sets;	
  Sweet! then come to me,	
When smoothly go our gondolets	
  O’er the moonlight sea;	
When Mirth’s awake, and Love begins,
  Beneath that glancing ray,	
With sounds of lutes and mandolins,	
  To steal young hearts away.	
Then, come to me when daylight sets;	
  Sweet! then come to me,
When smoothly go our gondolets	
  O’er the moonlight sea.	
 
Oh, then’s the hour for those who love,	
  Sweet! like thee and me;	
When all’s so calm below, above,
  In heaven and o’er the sea;	
When maidens sing sweet barcarolles,	
  And Echo sings again	
So sweet, that all with ears and souls	
  Should love and listen then.
So, come to me, when daylight sets;	
  Sweet! then come to me,	
When smoothly go our gondolets	
  O’er the moonlight sea.

1. To the Fire‑Fly
2. Bright Be Thy Dreams
3. The Lake of the Dismal Swamp
4. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 49
5. From “Irish Melodies”. 57. Oh! Had We Some Bright Little Isle of Our Own

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