Silent O Moyle Silent, oh Moyle, be the roar of thy water Break not, ye breezes, your chain of repose While murmuring mournfully, Lirs lonely daughter Tells to the night star her tale of woes When shall the swan, her death note singing Sleep with wings in darkness furled? When shall Heavn, its sweet bell ringing Call my spirit from this编辑于2008/05/24更新