When thou art nigh, it seems
A new creation round;
The sun hath fairer beams,
The lute a softer sound.
Tho' thee alone I see,
And hear alone thy sigh,
'Tis light, 'tis song to me,
Tis all--when thou art nigh.
When thou art nigh, no thought
Of grief comes o'er my heart;
I only think--could aught
But joy be where thou art?
Life seems a waste of breath,
When far from thee I sigh;
And death--ay, even death
Were sweet, if thou wert nigh.
When Thou Art Nigh
Thomas Moore
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Poem topics: breath, grief, heart, joy, life, light, song, sun, sweet, hear, waste, thought, sound, alone, death, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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