The Song of Fionnuala by Thomas Moore
By Thomas Moore
Silent, oh Moyle, be the roar of thy water, Break not, ye breezes, your chain of repose, While, murmuring mournfully, Lir's lonely daughter Tell's to the night-star her tale of woes. When shall the swan, her death-note singing, Sleep, with wings in darkness furl'd? When will heaven, its sweet bell ringing, Call my spirit from this stormy world? Sadly, oh Moyle, to thy winter-wave weeping, Fate bids me languish long ages away; Yet still in her darkness doth Erin lie sleeping,
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"Silent, oh Moyle, be the roar of thy water,..."
"The Song of Fionnuala" by Thomas Moore is a sad and love and deep and nature english poem consisting of 17 lines. This English poem by Thomas Moore demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "Silent, oh Moyle, be the roar of thy water, Break not, ye breezes, your chain of repose,...", this piece explores themes of sad and love and deep and nature through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Thomas Moore's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.