"Farewell but Whenever You Welcome the Hour" by Thomas Moore
Poem TranscriptionFarewell but whenever you welcome the hour.Farewell, but whenever you welcome the hour That awakens the night song of mirth in your bower, Then think of the friend who once welcomed it too, And forgot his own griefs to be happy with you. His griefs may return – not a hope may remain Of the few that have brighten’d his pathway of pain – But he ne’er will forget the short vision that threw Its enchantment around him while ling’ring with you! And still on that evening when pleasure fills up To the highest top. sparkle each heart and each cup Where e’er my path lies, be it gloomy or bright My soul, happy friends, shall be with you that night – Shall join in your revels, your sports and your wiles, And return to me beaming all o’er with your smiles; Too blest if it tells me, that ‘mid the gay cheer, Some kind voice had murmur’d “I wish he were here”! Let fate do her worst there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past wh. she cannot destroy! Which come in the night time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear Long, long be my heart with such memories fill’d! Like the vase in which roses have onced been distill’d You may break, you may ruin the vase if you will But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.” Thomas Moore. Born in Dublin 1789 | Information About This PoemAuthor Biography Formal Description of Poem Explication of Poem |
