Oft, in the Stilly Night (Scotch Air)

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Oft, in the stilly night, 

Ere slumber's chain has bound me,

Fond memory brings the light 

Of other days around me;

The smile, the tears,

Of boyhood's years,

The words of love then spoken;

The eyes that shones,

Now dimm'd and gone,

The cheerful hears now broken!

Thus, in the stilly night,

Ere slumber's chain hath bound me,

Sad memory brings the light

Of other days around me.


When I remember all

The friends, so link'd together,

I've seen around me fall,

Like leaves in wintry weather;

I feel like one

Who treads alone

Some banquet-hall deserted,

Whose lights are fled,

Whose garlands dead,

And all but he departed!

Thus, in the stilly night,

Ere slumber's chain has bound me,

Sad memory brings the light

Of other days around me.


by Thomas Moore. Thomas Moore (1779-1852) was an Irish poet. He is considered Ireland's National Bard and is to Ireland what Robert Burns is to Scotland.


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