They Tell Me Thou'rt The Favored Guest.
By Thomas Moore
They tell me thou'rt the favored guest Of every fair and brilliant throng; No wit like thine to wake the jest, No voice like thine to breathe the song; And none could guess, so gay thou art, That thou and I are far apart. Alas! alas! how different flows With thee and me the time away! Not that I wish thee sad--heaven knows-- Still if thou canst, be light and gay; I only know, that without thee The sun himself is dark to me. Do I thus haste to hall and bower, Among the proud and gay to shine? Or deck my hair with gem and flower, To flatter other eyes than thine? Ah, no, with me love's smiles are past Thou hadst the first, thou hadst the last.
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"They tell me thou'rt the favored guest..."
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