The Dream Of The Two Sisters. From Dante.

        Nell ora, credo, che dell'oriente
            Prima raggio nel monte Citerea,
            Che di fuoco d'amor par sempre dente,
        Giovane e bella in sogno mi parea
            Donna vedere andar per una landa
            Cogliendo flori; e cantando dicea ;--
        Sappia qualunque'l mio nome dimanda,
            Ch'io mi son Lia, e vo movendo 'ntorno
            Le belle mani a farmi una ghirlanda--
        Per piacermi allo specchio qui m'adorno;
            Ma mia suora Rachel mai non si smaga
            Dal suo ammiraglio, e siede tutto il giorno.

        Ell' è de'suoi begli occhi veder vaga,
            Com' io dell'adornarmi con le mani;
            Lei lo vodere e me l'ovrare appaga.

        DANTE, Purg. Canto xxvii.


'Twas eve's soft hour, and bright, above.
    The star of beauty beamed,
While lulled by light so full of love,
    In slumber thus I dreamed--
Methought, at that sweet hour,
    A nymph came o'er the lea,
Who, gathering many a flower,
    Thus said and sung to me:--
"Should any ask what Leila loves,
    "Say thou, To wreathe her hair
"With flowerets culled from glens and groves,
    "Is Leila's only care.

"While thus in quest of flowers rare,
    "O'er hill and dale I roam,
"My sister, Rachel, far more fair,
    "Sits lone and mute at home.
"Before her glass untiring,
    "With thoughts that never stray,
"Her own bright eyes admiring,
    "She sits the live-long day;
"While I!--oh, seldom even a look
    "Of self salutes my eye;
"My only glass, the limpid brook,
    "That shines and passes by."

Thomas Moore

Thomas Moore was an Irish poet, singer, and songwriter, celebrated for his Irish Melodies, which are now considered a staple of Irish cultural heritage. Born on May 28, 1779, in Dublin, Ireland, Moore gained fame for his lyrical songs, many of which were set to traditional Irish tunes. Not only a poet, but he was also a staunch advocate of Irish nationalism, often incorporating themes of national identity and resistance into his work. Moore's influential collection 'Irish Melodies' became popular in both Ireland and Britain and helped to define the literary output of the era. He passed away on February 25, 1852, but his legacy in Irish literature and music endures.

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