One Dear Smile

Thomas Moore

1779 to 1852

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  Oh, how blissful life would be!
All would wake, couldst thou but give me
  Love so warm, so wild, to last.
Not even hope could now deceive me—
  But to mourn the past;
No—there's nothing left us now,
Oh, thou never more canst give me
Every wish I breathed thee then,
Vain was every ardent vow—
Hopes that now beguiling leave me,
  One dear smile like those of old.
  One dear smile like those of old
  Joys that lie in slumber cold—
  Life itself looks dark and cold;
Never yet did Heaven allow
Couldst thou look as dear as when
  First I sighed for thee;
Couldst thou make me feel again