by Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852)
The Russian lover
Language: English
Fleetly o'er the moonlight snows Speed we to my lady's bower; Swift our sledge as lightning goes, Nor shall stop till morning's hour. Bright, my steed, the morning star Lights us from yon jewell'd skies; But, to greet us, brighter far, Morn shall bring my lady's eyes. Lovers, lull'd in sunny bowers, Sleeping out their dream of time, Know not half the bliss that's ours, In this snowy, icy clime. Like yon star that livelier gleams From the frosty heavens around, Love himself the keener beams When with snows of coyness crown'd. Fleet then on, my merry steed, Bound, my sledge, o'er hill and dale; -- What can match a lover's speed? See, 't is daylight, breaking pale! Brightly hath the northern star Lit us from yon radiant skies; But, behold, how brighter far Yonder shine my lady's eyes!
Confirmed with The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, Paris: A. & W. Galignani & Co., 1842, pages 290 - 291.
Authorship:
- by Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852), "The Russian lover", appears in The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, in Unpublished Songs [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- Also set in German (Deutsch), a translation by August Kleemann , "Der rüssische Liebhaber" ; composed by Wilhelm Heiser.
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