Oh! Arranmore, Loved Arranmore by Thomas Moore
Oh! Arranmore, loved Arranmore, How oft I dream of thee, And of those days when, by thy shore, I wander'd young and free. Full many a path I've tried, since then, Through pleasure's flowery maze, But ne'er could find the bliss again I felt in those sweet days.
How blithe upon thy breezy cliffs At sunny morn I've stood, With heart as bounding as the skiffs That danced along thy flood; Or, when the western wave grew bright With daylight's parting wing, Have sought that Eden in its light Which dreaming poets sing;
That Eden where the immortal brave Dwell in a land serene -- Whose bowers beyond the shining wave At sunset, oft are seen. Ah, dream too full of saddening truth! Those mansions o'er the main Are like the hopes I built in youth -- As sunny and as vain!
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