Thomas Moore

(28 May 1779 – 25 February 1852 / Dublin)

Oft, In The Stilly Night - Poem by Thomas Moore

Oft, in the stilly night,
Ere slumber's chain has bound me,
Fond memory brings the light
Of other days around me;
The smiles, the tears,
Of boyhood's years,
The words of love then spoken;
The eyes that shone,
Now dimm'd and gone,
The cheerful hearts 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.


Comments about Oft, In The Stilly Night by Thomas Moore

  • Rookie Alan Robinson (3/2/2006 2:36:00 PM)

    This poem will probably mean very little to the younger person, but I am nearing
    retirement age, and the words ' The eyes that shone now dimmed and gone, the
    cheerful hearts now broken' refering to parents, and friends falling ' like leaves in
    wintry weather' are so poingant, I do think 'Oft in the stilly night. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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