Oh! doubt me not -- the season <br />Is o'er when Folly made me rove, <br />And now the vestal, Reason, <br />Shall watch the fire awaked by Love. <br />Although this heart was early blown, <br />And fairest hands disturb'd the tree, <br />They only shook some blossoms down -- <br />Its fruit has all been kept for thee. <br />Then doubt me not -- the season <br />Is o'er when Folly made me rove, <br />And now the vestal, Reason, <br />Shall watch the fire awaked by Love. <br /> <br />And though my lute no longer <br />May sing of Passion's ardent spell, <br />Yet, trust me, all the stronger <br />I feel the bliss I do not tell. <br />The bee through many a garden roves, <br />And hums his lay of courtship o'er, <br />But when he finds the flower he loves, <br />He settles there, and hums no more. <br />Then doubt me not -- the season <br />Is o'er when Folly kept me free, <br />And now the vestal, Reason, <br />Shall guard the flame awaked by thee.<br /><br />Thomas Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-doubt-me-not/
