Thomas Moore - Oh, ye Dead! lyrics

Oh, ye Dead! oh, ye Dead! whom we know by the light you give From your cold gleaming eyes, though you move like men who live. Why leave you thus your graves, In far off fields and waves, Where the worm and the sea-bird only know your bed, To haunt this spot where all Those eyes that wept your fall, And the hearts that wail'd you, like your own, lie dead? It is true, it is true, we are shadows cold and wan; And the fair and the brave whom we lov'd on earth are gone, But still thus even in d**h So sweet the living breath Of the fields and the flow'rs in our youth we wandered That ere, condemn'd, we go To freeze mid Hecla's snow, We would taste it awhile, and think we live once more!