Impromptu, After A Visit To Mrs. ----, Of Montreal

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Title:     Impromptu, After A Visit To Mrs. ----, Of Montreal
Author: Thomas Moore [More Titles by Moore]

'Twas but for a moment--and yet in that time
She crowded the impressions of many an hour:
Her eye had a glow, like the sun of her clime,
Which waked every feeling at once into flower.

Oh! could we have borrowed from Time but a day,
To renew such impressions again and again,
The things we should look and imagine and say
Would be worth all the life we had wasted till then.

What we had not the leisure or language to speak,
We should find some more spiritual mode of revealing,
And, between us, should feel just as much in a week
As others would take a millennium in feeling.

[The end]
Thomas Moore's poem: Impromptu, After A Visit To Mrs. ----, Of Montreal

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