The Legacy
Thomas Moore
1779 to 1852
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When in death I shall calmly recline,
O my heart to my mistress dear;
Tell her it upon smiles and wine
Of the brightest hue, it lingered here.
Bid her not shed one tear sorrow
To sully a heart so brilliant and light;
But balmy drops of the red grape borrow,
bathe the relic from morn till night.
When the of my song is o'er,
Then take my to your ancient hall;
Hang it up at that door,
Where weary travellers love to call.
Then some bard, who roams forsaken,
Revive its soft in passing along,
Oh! let one thought of its waken
Your warmest smile for the child of song.
Keep this cup, which is now o'er-flowing,
To your revel, when I'm at rest;
Never, oh! never balm bestowing
On lips that beauty has seldom blest.
But when some warm devoted lover
To her adores shall bathe its brim,
Then, then my spirit shall hover,
And hallow each drop that foams him.