Thomas Moore

(28 May 1779 – 25 February 1852 / Dublin)

The Meeting Of The Waters - Poem by Thomas Moore

There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet
As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet;
Oh! the last rays of feeling and life must depart,
Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.

Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene
Her purest of crystal and brightest of green;
'Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill,
Oh! no, -- it was something more exquisite still.

'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near,
Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear,
And who felt how the best charms of nature improve,
When we see them reflected from looks that we love.

Sweet vale of Avoca! how calm could I rest
In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best,
Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease,
And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace.

Comments about The Meeting Of The Waters by Thomas Moore

  • (1/20/2019 4:53:00 AM)

    A lovely poem about a beautiful spot in Hampshire set to a rippling Irish melody. Dreamy combination (Report)Reply

    (9/17/2019 10:24:00 AM)

    Wrong location.It is actually in the vale ofAvoca in Co. Wicklow Ireland

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  • (2/4/2015 9:08:00 AM)

    A good poem and likes. (Report)Reply

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  • (2/4/2015 9:08:00 AM)

    A good poem and likes. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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