{"id":246,"date":"2010-02-27T17:38:16","date_gmt":"2010-02-27T17:38:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=246"},"modified":"2017-07-11T04:48:24","modified_gmt":"2017-07-11T04:48:24","slug":"the-time-ive-lost-in-wooing-by-thomas-moore","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/the-time-ive-lost-in-wooing-by-thomas-moore\/","title":{"rendered":"The Time I’ve Lost In Wooing by Thomas Moore"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Thomas Moore (1779-1852)<\/p>\n

THE TIME I’VE LOST IN WOOING.<\/p>\n

The time I’ve lost in wooing,
\nIn watching and pursuing
\nThe light, that lies
\nIn woman’s eyes,
\nHas been my heart’s undoing.
\nTho’ Wisdom oft has sought me,
\nI scorned the lore she brought me,
\nMy only books
\nWere woman’s looks,
\nAnd folly’s all they’ve taught me.<\/p>\n

Her smile when Beauty granted,
\nI hung with gaze enchanted,
\nLike him the Sprite,[1]
\nWhom maids by night
\nOft meet in glen that’s haunted.
\nLike him, too, Beauty won me,
\nBut while her eyes were on me,
\nIf once their ray
\nWas turned away,
\nO! winds could not outrun me.<\/p>\n

And are those follies going?
\nAnd is my proud heart growing
\nToo cold or wise
\nFor brilliant eyes
\nAgain to set it glowing?
\nNo, vain, alas! the endeavor
\nFrom bonds so sweet to sever;
\nPoor Wisdom’s chance
\nAgainst a glance
\nIs now as weak as ever.<\/p>\n

[1] This alludes to a kind of Irish fairy, which is to be met with, they
\nsay, in the fields at dusk. As long as you keep your eyes upon him, he is
\nfixed, and in your power;–but the moment you look away (and he is
\ningenious in furnishing some inducement) he vanishes. I had thought that
\nthis was the sprite which we call the Leprechaun; but a high authority
\nupon such subjects, Lady Morgan, (in a note upon her national and
\ninteresting novel, O’Donnel), has given a very different account of that
\ngoblin.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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