Bendermeer's Stream

Thomas Moore

There's a bower of roses by Bendermeer's stream and the nightingale sings round it all the day long in the time of my childhood t'was like a sweet dream to sit in the roses and hear the bird's song that bow'r and it's music I never forget but oft when alone in the bloom of thge year I think, Is the nightingale singing there yet are the roses still bright by the calm Bendermeer. 2. No, the roses soon wither'd that hung o'er the wave but some blossoms were gather'd while freshly they shone and the dew was distill'd from their flowers that gave all the fragrance of summer when summer was gone thus memory draws from delight e'er it dies an essence that breaths of it many a year thus bright to my soul as was then to my eyes is that bow'r on the banks of the calm Bendermeer.