OFT, in the stilly night, <br /> Ere slumber's chain has bound me, <br />Fond Memory brings the light <br /> Of other days around me: <br /> The smiles, the tears <br /> Of boyhood's years, <br /> The words of love then spoken; <br /> The eyes that shone, <br /> Now dimm'd and gone, <br /> The cheerful hearts now broken! <br />Thus, in the stilly night, <br /> Ere slumber's chain has bound me, <br />Sad Memory brings the light <br /> Of other days around me. <br /> <br />When I remember all <br /> The friends, so link'd together, <br />I've seen around me fall <br /> Like leaves in wintry weather, <br /> I feel like one <br /> Who treads alone <br /> Some banquet-hall deserted, <br /> Whose lights are fled, <br /> Whose garlands dead, <br /> And all but he departed! <br />Thus, in the stilly night, <br /> Ere slumber's chain has bound me. <br />Sad Memory brings the light <br /> Of other days around me.<br /><br />Thomas Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-light-of-other-days/
