Love
Still, like Dew in Silence Falling
Translated by Thomas Moore · From Songs from the Greek Anthology
Still, like dew in silence falling,
Drops for thee the nightly tear
Still that voice the past recalling,
Dwells, like echo, on my ear,
Still, still!
Day and night the spell hangs o'er me,
Here forever fixt thou art:
As thy form first shone before me,
So 'tis graven on this heart,
Deep, deep!
Love, oh Love, whose bitter sweetness,
Dooms me to this lasting pain.
Thou who earnest with so much fleetness,
Why so slow to go again?
Why? why?
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Moore, Thomas. “Still, like Dew in Silence Falling.” Translated by Thomas Moore. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/moore/796/.
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Moore, Thomas. “Still, like Dew in Silence Falling.” Translated by Thomas Moore. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/moore/796/.
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