Oh! weep for the hour, <br />When to Eveleen's bower, <br />The Lord of the Valley with false vows came; <br />The moon hid her light, <br />From the heavens that night, <br />And wept behind her clouds o'er the maiden's shame. <br /> <br />The clouds pass'd soon <br />From the chaste cold moon, <br />And heaven smiled again with her vestal flame; <br />But none will see the day, <br />When the clouds shall pass away, <br />Which that dark hour left upon Eveleen's fame. <br /> <br />The white snow lay <br />On the narrow path-way, <br />When the Lord of the Valley cross'd over the moor; <br />And many a deep print <br />On the white snow's tint <br />Show'd the track of his footstep to Eveleen's door. <br /> <br />The next sun's ray <br />Soon melted away <br />Every trace on the path where the false Lord came; <br />But there's a light above, <br />Which alone can remove <br />That stain upon the snow of fair Eveleen's fame.<br /><br />Thomas Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eveleen-s-bower/
