Poem by Thomas Moore

Joys Of Youth, How Fleeting!

    Whisperings, heard by wakeful maids,
        To whom the night-stars guide us;
    Stolen walks thro' moonlight shades,
        With those we love beside us,
                Hearts beating,
                At meeting;
                Tears starting,
                At parting;
    Oh, sweet youth, how soon it fades!
        Sweet joys of youth, how fleeting!

    Wanderings far away from home,
        With life all new before us;
    Greetings warm, when home we come,
        From hearts whose prayers watched o'er us.
                Tears starting,
                At parting;
                Hearts beating,
                At meeting;
    Oh, sweet youth, how lost on some!
        To some, how bright and fleeting!

1. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 38
2. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 52
3. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 17
4. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 54
5. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 46

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