Tell Her, Oh, Tell Her

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Title:     Tell Her, Oh, Tell Her
Author: Thomas Moore [More Titles by Moore]

Tell her, oh, tell her, the lute she left lying
Beneath the green arbor is still lying there;
And breezes like lovers around it are sighing,
But not a soft whisper replies to their prayer.

Tell her, oh, tell her, the tree that, in going,
Beside the green arbor she playfully set,
As lovely as, ever is blushing and blowing,
And not a, bright leaflet has fallen from it yet.

So while away from that arbor forsaken,
The maiden is wandering, still let her be
As true as the lute that no sighing can waken
And blooming for ever, unchanged as the tree!

[The end]
Thomas Moore's poem: Tell Her, Oh, Tell Her

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