Tuesday, April 21, 2009

The Time I’ve Lost

The Time I’ve Lost — by Thomas Moore

The time I’ve lost in wooing,
In watching and pursuing
The light that lies In woman’s eyes,
Has been my heart’s undoing.
Tho’ Wisdom oft has sought me,
I scorn’d the lore she brought me,
My only books Were women’s looks,
And folly’s all they taught me.

Her smile when Beauty granted,
I hung with gaze enchanted,
Like him the Sprite Whom maids by night
Oft meet in glen that’s haunted.
Like him, too, Beauty won me;
But when the spell was on me,
If once their ray
Was turn’d away,
O! winds could not outrun me.

And are those follies going?
And is my proud heart growing
Too cold or wise For brillant eyes
Again to set it glowing?
No — vain, alas! th’ endeavour
From bonds so sweet to sever:
Poor Wisdom’s chance
Against a glance
Is now as weak as ever.

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