by Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852)

Nights of music
Language: English 
Nights of music, nights of loving,
Lost too soon, remembered long.
When we went by moonlight roving,
Hearts all love and lips all song.
When this faithful lute recorded
All my spirit felt to thee;
And that smile the song rewarded,
Worth whole years of fame to me!
Nights of song, and nights of splendor,
Fill'd with joys too sweet to last.
Joys that, like the starlight tender,
While they shone, no shadow cast,
Thought all other happy hours
From my fading mem'ry fly,
OF the starlight of those bowers,
Not a beam, a leaf shall die!

Authorship

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)


Researcher for this text: Barbara Miller

Text added to the website: 2004-02-10 00:00:00
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:02:04
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