Thomas Moore

May 28, 1780 - Feb 26, 1852



by Thomas Moore

After a visit to Mrs. _____, of Montreal.

'Twas but for a moment - and yet in that time
She crowded th' impressions of many an hour:
Her eye had a glow like the sun of her clime,
Which waked every feeling at once into flower!

Oh! could we have spent but one rapturous day
To renew such impressions again and again,
The things we should look and imagine and say
Would be worth all the life we had wasted till then!

What we had not the leisure or language to speak,
We should find some ethereal mode of revealing,
And between us should feel just as much in a week
As others would take a millennium in feeling!


The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore.
Copyright undated, very old
The Walter Scott Publishing Co. Ltd.