Thomas Moore
(28 May 1779 – 25 February 1852)


Oft, in the stilly night,
Ere Slumber's chain has bound me,
Fond Memory brings the light
Of other days around me;
The smiles, the tears,
Of boyhood's years,
The words of love then spoken;
The eyes that shone,
Now dimm'd and gone,
The cheerful hearts now broken!

National Airs, Oft in the Stilly Night, st. 1 (1815)

Silent, oh Moyle! be the roar of thy water - Irish Melodies  (1821)  

The Song of Fionnuala

Silent, oh Moyle, be the roar of thy water,
  Break not, ye breezes, your chain of repose,
While, murmuring mournfully, Lir's lonely daughter
  Tell's to the night-star her tale of woes.
When shall the swan, her death-note singing,
  Sleep, with wings in darkness furl'd?
When will heaven, its sweet bell ringing,
  Call my spirit from this stormy world?

Sadly, oh Moyle, to thy winter-wave weeping,
  Fate bids me languish long ages away;
Yet still in her darkness doth Erin lie sleeping,
  Still doth the pure light its dawning delay.
When will that day-star, mildly springing,
  Warm our isle with peace and love?
When will heaven, its sweet bell ringing,
  Call my spirit to the fields above?

The Children of Lir (1914) by John Duncan