Thomas Davis

(14 October 1814 – 16 September 1845 / Mallow / County Cork / Ireland)

Love And War - Poem by Thomas Davis

How soft is the moon on Glengariff,
The rocks seem to melt with the light:
Oh! would I were there with dear Fanny,
To tell her that love is as bright;
And nobly the sun of July
O'er the waters of Adragoole shines
Oh! would that I saw the green banner
Blaze there over conquering lines.

Oh! love is more fair than the moonlight,
And glory more grand than the sun:
And there is no rest for a brave heart,
Till its bride and its laurels are won;
But next to the burst of our banner,
And the smile of dear Fanny, I crave
The moon on the rocks of Glengariff-
The sun upon Adragoole's wave.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 1, 2012

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