Oh! had we some bright little isle of our own, <br />In a blue summer ocean, far off and alone, <br />Where a leaf never dies in the still blooming bowers, <br />And the bee banquets on through a whole year of flowers; <br />Where the sun loves to pause <br />With so fond a delay, <br />That the night only draws <br />A thin veil o'er the day; <br />Where simply to feel that we breathe, that we live, <br />Is worth the best joy that life elsewhere can give. <br /> <br />There with souls ever ardent and pure as the clime, <br />We should love, as they loved in the first golden time; <br />The glow of the sunshine, the balm of the air, <br />Would steal to our hearts, and make all summer there. <br />With affection as free <br />From decline as the bowers, <br />And, with hope, like the bee, <br />Living always on flowers, <br />Our life should resemble a long day of light, <br />And our death come on, holy and calm as the night.<br /><br />Thomas Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-had-we-some-bright-little-isle-of-our-own/
