The Day Of Love

by Thomas Moore

The beam of morning trembling
Stole o'er the mountain brook,
With timid ray resembling
Affection's early look,
Thus love begins -- sweet morn of love!

The noontide ray ascended,
And o'er the valley's stream
Diffused a glow as splendid
As passion's riper dream.
Thus love expands -- warm noon of love!

But evening came, o'ershading
The glories of the sky,
Like faith and fondness fading
From passion's alter'd eye.
Thus love declines -- cold eve of love!