Oft, in the stilly night ✨

Oft, in the stilly night,Ere slumber’s chain has bound me,Fond memory brings the lightOf other days around me;The smiles, the tears,Of boyhood’s years,The words of love then spoken;The eyes that shone,Now dimm’d and gone,The cheerful hearts now broken!Thus, in the stilly night,Ere slumber’s chain hath bound me,Sad memory brings the lightOf other days around me.When I remember allThe friends, so link’d together,I’ve seen around me fall,Like leaves in wintry weather;I feel like oneWho treads aloneSome banquet-hall deserted,Whose lights are fled,Whose garlands dead,And all but he departed!Thus, in the stilly night,Ere slumber’s chain has bound me,Sad memory brings the lightOf other days around me.

—#Thomas Moore—