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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 homes now broken!

Then in the stilly night,

Ere slumber's chain hath bound me,

Sad memory brings the light

Of other days around me.

When I remember all

The friends so linked together

I've seen around me fall

Like leaves in wintry weather,

I feel like one

Who treads alone

Some banquet-hall deserted,

Whose lights are fled,

Whose garlands dead,

And all but he departed.

Then in the stilly night,

Ere slumber's chain hath bound me,

Sad Memory brings the light

Of other days around me.

Thomas Moore