Written at Killarney, July 29, 1800

We present this work in honor of the poet’s 250th birthday.

Mary Tighe
Irish
1772 – 1810

 

How soft the pause! the notes melodious cease
Which from each feeling could an echo call;
Rest on your oars; that not a sound may fall
To interrupt the stillness of our peace:

The fanning West-wind breathes upon our cheeks
Yet glowing with the sun’s departed beams.
Thro’ the blue Heav’ns the cloudless moon pours streams
Of pure resplendent light. in silver streaks

Reflected on the still unruffled lake.
The Alpine hills in solemn silence frown,
While the dark woods nights deepest shades embrown.
And now once more that soothing strain awake!

Oh! ever to my heart, with magic power,
Shall those sweet sounds recall this rapturous hour.

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