Alan Olee Book Report

I saw from the beach, when the morning was shining,
A bark o’er the waters move gloriously on;
I came when the sun from that beach was declining,
The bark was still there, but the waters were gone.

And such is the fate of our life’s early promise,
So passing the spring-tide of joy we have known;
Each wave, that we danc’d on at morning, ebbs from us.
And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone.

Ne’re tell me of glories, serenely adorning
The close of our day, the calm eve of our night; –
Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of Morning,
Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening’s best light.

Thomas Moore
1779-1852
Occupation: Poet, singer, songwriter, entertainer
Nationality: Irish

…”it was as a poet, translator, balladeer and singer that he found fame. His work soon became immensely popular and included The Harp That Once Through Tara’s Halls, Believe Me, if All Those Endearing Young Charms, The Meeting of the Waters and many other specimen from his collections of Irish Melodies.”