One Dear Smile
Thomas Moore
1779 to 1852
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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All would wake, couldst thou but give me
No—there's nothing left us now,
Never yet did Heaven allow
But to mourn the past;
Oh, how blissful life would be!
Life itself looks dark and cold;
Oh, thou never more canst give me
Every wish I breathed thee then,
First I sighed for thee;
Hopes that now beguiling leave me,
Couldst thou make me feel again
Couldst thou look as dear as when
Love so warm, so wild, to last.
Joys that lie in slumber cold—
One dear smile like those of old.
One dear smile like those of old
Vain was every ardent vow—
Not even hope could now deceive me—