The Fortune-Teller |
Thomas Moore, from Irish Melodies, vol. 8
Down in the valley come meet me to-night, And I'll tell you your fortune truly As ever 'twas told, by the new-moon's light, To a young maiden, shining as newly.
2. But, for the world, let no one be nigh,
3. If at that hour the heavens be not dim, | 4. And if to that phantom you'll be kind, So fondly around you he'll hover, You'll hardly, my dear, any difference find 'Twixt him and a true living lover.
5. Down at your feet, in the pale moonlight,
6. What other thoughts and events may arise, |