The Day Of Love.
By Thomas Moore
The beam of morning trembling Stole o'er the mountain brook, With timid ray resembling Affection's early look. Thus love begins--sweet morn of love! The noon-tide ray ascended, And o'er the valley's stream Diffused a glow as splendid As passion's riper dream. Thus love expands--warm noon of love! But evening came, o'ershading The glories of the sky, Like faith and fondness fading From passion's altered eye. Thus love declines--cold eve of love!
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