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1779–1852

WHEN THOU SHALT WANDER.

Thomas Moore

When thou shalt wander by that sweet light We used to gaze on so many an eve, When love was new and hope was bright, Ere I could doubt or thou deceive —

Oh, then, remembering how swift went by Those hours of transport, even thou may'st sigh. Yes, proud one! even thy heart may own That love like ours was far too sweet

To be, like summer garments thrown Aside, when past the summer's heat; And wish in vain to know again Such days, such nights, as blest thee then.

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