Sweet Innisfallen |
Thomas Moore, from Irish Melodies, vol. 9
Sweet Innisfallen, fare thee well, May calm and sunshine long be thine! How fair thou art let others tell To feel how fair shall long be mine.
2. Sweet Innisfallen, long shall dwell
3. 'Twas light, indeed, too blest for one,
4. No more unto thy shores to come, | 5. Far better in thy weeping hour To part from thee, as I do now, When mist is o'er thy blooming bowers, Like sorrow's veil on beauty's brow.
6. For, though unrivall'd still thy grace,
7. Might hope to rest, and find in thee
8. Weeping or smiling, lovely isle! |
9. Like feeling hearts whose joys are few, But, when indeed they come, divine The brightest light the sun e'er threw Is lifeless to one gleam of thine! |
Sweet Innisfallen, fare thee well,
And long may light around thee smile,
As soft as on that evening fell
When first I saw thy fairy isle!
2. Thou wert too lovely then for one
Who had to turn to paths of care
Who had through vulgar crowds to run,
And leave thee bright and silent there.