"Lalla Rookh: The Fire-Worshippers" (1817)by Thomas Moore

How sweetly does the moonbeam smile

To-night upon yon leafy isle!

Oft in my fancy’s wanderings,

I’ve wish’d that little isle had wings,

And we, within its fairy bow’rs,

Were wafted off to seas unknown,

Where not a pulse should beat but ours,

And we might live, love, die alone!

Far from the cruel and the cold,

—Where the bright eyes of angels only

Should come around us, to behold

A paradise so pure and lonely!