by Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852)

'Tis Love that murmurs in my breast
Language: English 
'Tis Love that murmurs in my breast 
  And makes me shed the secret tear ;
Nor day nor night my heart has rest,
  For night and day his voice I hear.

Oh, bird of love, with song so drear,
  Make not my soul the nest of pain! 
Oh, let the wing which brought thee here
  In pity waft thee hence again !

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This text was added to the website: 2010-04-20
Line count: 8
Word count: 62