 While gazing on the moon's light, by Thomas Moore, read for LibriVox.org by Andrea Fiori. While gazing on the moon's light, a moment from her smile I turned, to look at orbs that more than bright and lone in distant glory burned. But too far, each proud star, for me to feel its warming flame, much more dear that mild sphere which near our planet smiling came. Thus, Mary, be but thou my own, while brighter eyes unheeded play, I'll love those moonlight looks alone, that bless my home and guide my way. The day had sunk in dim showers, but midnight now with luster meek, allumed all the pale flowers, like hope upon a mourner's cheek. I said, while the moon's smile played over a stream in dimpling bliss, the moon looks on many brooks, the brook can see no moon but this. And thus I thought, our fortunes run, for many a lover looks to thee, while oh, I feel there is but one, one Mary in the world for me. While gazing on the moon's light, by Thomas Moore, read for LibriVox.org by Albatross, Manchester United Kingdom, May 2009. While gazing on the moon's light, a moment from her smile I turned, to look at orbs that more bright in lone and distant glory burned. But too far, each proud star, for me to feel its warming flame. Much more dear, that mild sphere, which near our planet smiling came. Thus Mary be but thou my own, while brighter eyes unheeded play, I'll love those moonlight looks alone, that bless my home and guide my way. The day had sunk in dim showers, but midnight now, with lust and meek, illumined all the pale flowers, like hope upon a mourner's cheek. I said, while the moon's smile played over a stream in dimpling bliss, the moon looks on many brooks, the brook can see no moon but this. And thus I thought our fortunes run, for many a lover looks to thee. While oh, I feel there is but one, one Mary in the world for me. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. While gazing on the moon's light, by Thomas Moore, read for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence. While gazing on the moon's light, a moment from her smile I turned, to look at orbs that, more bright, in lone and distant glory burned. But too far each proud star, for me to feel its warming flame. Much more dear, that mild sphere, which near our planet smiling came. Thus Mary be but thou my own, while brighter eyes unheeded play, I'll love those moonlight looks alone, that bless my home and guide my way. The day had sunk in dim showers, but midnight now, with luster meek, illumined all the pale flowers like hope upon a mourner's cheek. I said, while the moon's smile played over a stream in dimpling bliss, the moon looks on many brooks, the brook can see no moon but this. And thus I thought our fortunes run, for many a lover looks to thee. Well, oh! I feel there is but one, one Mary in the world for me. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. While gazing on the moon's light, by Thomas Moore, read for LibriVox.org by Elizabeth Motkevich. While gazing on the moon's light, a moment from her smile I turned, to look at orbs that, more bright, in lone and distant glory burned. But too far, each proud star, for me to feel its warming flame, much more dear that mild sphere which near our planet's smiling came. Thus, Mary, be but thou my own, while brighter eyes and heated play, I'll love those moonlight looks alone that bless my home and guide my way. The day had sunk in dim showers, but midnight now, with luster meek, illumined all the pale flowers, like hope upon a mourner's cheek. I said, while the moon's smile played or a stream in dimpling bliss, the moon looks on many brooks. The brook can see no moon but this. And thus I thought our fortunes run, for many a lover looks to thee. While oh! I feel there is but one, one Mary in the world for me. While gazing on the moon's light, by Thomas Moore, read for LibriVox.org by Ellie. While gazing on the moon's light, a moment from her smile I turned, to look at orbs that, more bright, in lone and distant glory burned. But too far, each proud star, for me to feel its warming flame, much more dear that mild sphere which near our planet's smiling came. Thus Mary, be but thou my own, while bright the eyes unheeded play. I love those moonlight looks alone, that bless me home and guide my way. The day that sunk in dim showers, but midnight now, with luster meek, illuminated all the pale flowers, like hope upon a mourner's cheek. I said, while the moon's smile played over stream in dimpling bliss, the moon looks on many brooks. The brook can see no moon but this, and thus I sought our fortune's run. For many a lover looks to thee, while oh! I feel there is but one, one Mary in the world for me. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. While gazing on the moon's light, by Thomas Moore, read for LibriVox.org by Hope Martin, May 2009, Columbia, Missouri. While gazing on the moon's light, a moment from her smile I turned, to look at orbs that more bright in lone and distant glory burned. But too far each proud star for me to feel its warming flame. Much more dear that mild sphere which near our planet's smiling came. Thus Mary, be but thou my own, while brighter eyes unheeded play. I love those moon-light looks alone, that bless my home and guide my way. The day had sunk in dim showers, but midnight now with luster meek, it illumined all the pale flowers like hope upon a mourner's cheek. I said, while the moon's smile played over stream in dimpling bliss, the moon looks on many brooks. The brook can see no moon but this. And thus I thought our fortunes run, for many a lover looks to thee, while oh I feel there is but one, one Mary in the world for me. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. While gazing at the moon's light, by Thomas Moore, read for LibriVox.org by IndieGosel. While gazing on the moon's light, a moment from her smile I turned, to look at orbs that, more bright, in lone and distant glory burned. But too far, each proud star, for me to feel its warming flame, much more dear, that mild sphere, which near our planet's smiling came. First Mary, be but thou my own, while brighter eyes unheeded play. I love those moon-light looks alone, that bless my home and guide my way. The day had sunk in dim showers, but midnight now with lust and meek. Illumed all the pale flowers, like hope upon a mono's cheek, I said, while the moon's smile played o'er a stream in dimpling bliss, the moon looks on many brooks. The brook can see no moon but this. And thus I thought our fortunes run, for many a lover looks to thee, while oh I feel there is but one, one Mary in this world for me. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. While gazing on the moon's light by Thomas Moore, read for LibriVox.org by Kristen Hughes. While gazing on the moon's light, a moment from her smile I turned, to look at orbs that more bright in lone and distant glory burned, but too far each proud star for me to feel its warming flame, much more dear that mild sphere which near our planet smiling came. Thus Mary, be but thou my own, while brighter eyes unheeded play. I love those moon-light looks alone, that bless my home and guide my way. The day had sunk in dim showers, but midnight now, with luster meek, illumined all the pale flowers like hope upon a mourner's cheek. I said, while the moon's smile played o'er a stream in dimpling bliss, the moon looks on many brooks. The brook can see no moon but this. And thus I thought our fortunes run, for many a lover looks to thee, while oh I feel there is but one, one Mary in the world for me. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. While gazing on the moon's light, by Thomas Moore. Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett. While gazing on the moon's light, a moment from her smile I turned, to look at orbs that more bright and lone and distant glory burned. But too far each proud star for me to feel its warming flame. Much more dear that mild sphere, which near our planet smiling came. Thus Mary, be but thou my own. While brighter eyes unheeded play, I love those moon-light looks alone, that bless my home and guide my way. The day had sunk in dim showers, but midnight now with luster meek, and lumined all the pale flowers, like hope upon a mourner's cheek. I said, while the moon's smile played or a stream in dimpling bliss. The moon looks on many brooks. The brook can see no moon but this. And thus I thought our fortunes run, for many a lover looks to thee, while oh, I feel there is but one, one Mary in the world for me. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. While gazing on the moon's light by Thomas Moore. Read for LibriVox.org by Lucy Perry. While gazing on the moon's light, a moment from her smile I turned, to look at orbs that more bright and lone and distant glory burned. Too far each proud star for me to feel its warming flame. Much more dear that my old sphere, which near our planet's smiling came. Thus, Mary, be but thou my own, while brighter eyes and heeded play. I love those moon-light looks alone, that bless my home and guide my way. The day had sunk in dim showers, but midnight now with luster meek, and lumen ed all the pale flowers, like hope upon a mourner's cheek. I said, while the moon's smile played o'er a stream in dimpling bliss. The moon looks on many brooks. The brook can see no moon but this. And thus I thought our fortunes run, for many a lover looks to thee, while oh, I feel there is but one, one Mary in the world for me. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. While Gazing on the Moon's Light, by Thomas Moore, read for LibriVox.org, by Mike Vendetti, mikevendetti.com. While Gazing on the Moon's Light, a moment from her smile I turned, to look at orbs that more bright and lone and distant glory burned. But too far each proud star for me to feel its warming flame. Much more dear that my old sphere, which near our planet's smiling came. Thus, Mary, be thou my own, while bright arise on heated play, I'll love those Moonlight looks alone, that bless my home and guide my way. The day had sunken dim showers, but midnight now, with lustre meek, illuminated all the pale flowers, like hope upon a mourner's cheek. I said, while the moon's smile played o'er a stream in dimpling bliss. The moon looks on many brooks. The brooks can see no moon but this. And thus I thought our fortunes run, for many a lover looks to thee. While, oh, I feel there is but one, one Mary in the world for me. End of poem. This poem is in the public domain. While Gazing on the Moon's Light, by Thomas Moore, read for LibriVox.org. While Gazing on the Moon's Light, a moment from her smile I turned to look at orbs that more bright and lone and distant glory burned, but too far reach Braestar for me to feel its warming flame. Much more dear that my old sphere, which near our planet's smiling came. Thus, Mary, be thou my own. The brighter eyes unheeded play. I'll love those moonlight looks alone, that bless my home and guide my way. The day had sunk in dim showers, but midnight now, with lustre meek, illumined all the pale flowers, like hope upon a mourner's cheek. I said, while the Moon's smile played over stream in dim-blind glass, the Moon looks on many brooks, that brook can see no moon but this, and thus I thought our fortunes run. For many a lover looks to thee, while, oh, I feel there is but one, one Mary in the world for me. End of poem. This recording is in public domain. While gazing on the Moon's light, by Thomas Moore, read for LibriVox.org by Ruth Golding. While gazing on the Moon's light, a moment from her smile I turned, to look at orbs that more bright in lone and distant glory burned, but too far each proud star for me to feel its warming flame. Much more, dear, that mild sphere, which near our planet's smiling came. Thus, Mary, be but thou my own, while brighter eyes unheeded play. I'll love those Moonlight looks alone, that bless my home and guide my way. The day had sunk in dim showers, but midnight now, with lustre meek, and all the pale flowers like hope upon a mourner's cheek. I said, while the Moon's smile played o'er a stream in dimpling bliss. The Moon looks on many brooks. The brook can see no moon but this. And thus I thought our fortunes run. While many a lover looks to thee, while, oh, I feel there is but one, one Mary in the world for me. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. While gazing on the Moon's light, by Thomas Moore, read for LibriVox.org by Raven Notation. While gazing on the Moon's light, a moment from her smile I turned, to look at orbs that, more bright, in lone and distant glory burned. But too far each proud star, for me to feel its warming flame, much more dear that mild sphere which near our planet smiling came. Thus, Mary, be but thou my own, while brighter eyes unheeded play. I love those moonlit looks alone, that bless my home and guide my way. The day had sunk in dim showers, but midnight now with rust and meek, illumined all the pale flowers like hope upon a mourner's cheek. I said, while the Moon's smile played o'er a stream in dimpling bliss. The Moon looks on many brooks. The brook can see no moon but this. And thus I thought, how our fortunes run, for many a lover looks to thee, while, oh, I feel there is but one, one Mary in the world for me. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. While gazing on the Moon's light, by Thomas Moore, write for LibriVox.org by Secrets. While gazing on the Moon's light, a moment from her smile I turned, to look at orbs that more bright, in lone and distant glory burned. But too far, each proud star, for me to feel its warming flame, much more dear that mild sphere which near our planet smiling came. Thus, Mary, be but thou my own. While, brighter eyes, unheeded play, I'll love those Moonlight looks alone, that bless my home and guide my way. The day had sunk in dim showers, but midnight now, with lust and meek, elune'd all the pale flowers, like hope upon a morning's cheek. I said, while the Moon's smile played o'er a stream, in dimpling bliss, the Moon looks on many brooks. The brook can see no moon but this. And thus, I thought, our fortunes run, for many a lover looks to thee, while, oh, I feel there is but one, one Mary in the world for me. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. While gazing on the Moon's light, by Thomas Moore, read it for LibriVox.org by Tom Hanks. While gazing on the Moon's light, a moment from her smile I turned to look at bored, that's more bright than the only distant glory burned. But too far, each crowd gushed beneath the field's warming flames, much more dear that mild sphere which near our planet smiling came. Thus, Mary, be but thou my own. While brighter eyes, unto good play, I alone give Moonlight looks alone, that bless my home, and guide my way. The day had sunk in dim showers, but midnight now was luster new. The moon and all the pale flowers, like hope upon a morning's cheek. I said, while the Moon's smile played o'er a stream, in dimpling bliss, the Moon looks on many brooks. The brook can see no moon but this. And thus I thought our fortune'd run, for many a lover looks to be. Although I feel there is but one, one Mary in the world for me. And this poem, this recording, is in the public domain.