One Dear Smile

Thomas Moore

1779 to 1852

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Couldst thou look as dear as when
  First I sighed for thee;
Couldst thou make me feel again
Every wish I breathed thee then,
  Oh, how blissful life would be!
Hopes that now beguiling leave me,
  Joys that lie in slumber cold—
All would wake, couldst thou but give me
  One dear smile like those of old.

No—there's nothing left us now,
  But to mourn the past;
Vain was every ardent vow—
Never yet did Heaven allow
  Love so warm, so wild, to last.
Not even hope could now deceive me—
  Life itself looks dark and cold;
Oh, thou never more canst give me
  One dear smile like those of old

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