Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THEY MAY RAIL AT THIS LIFE, by THOMAS MOORE Poet's Biography First Line: They may rail at this life-from the hour I began it Last Line: And leave earth to such spirits as you, love, and me. Alternate Author Name(s): Little, Thomas Subject(s): Creation; Earth; Evening; Love; Poetry & Poets; World; Sunset; Twilight | ||||||||
They may rail at this lifefrom the hour I began it, I found it a life full of kindness and bliss; And, until they can show me some happier planet, More social and bright, I'll content me with this. As long as the world has such lips and such eyes, As before me this moment enraptured I see, They may say what they will of their orbs in the skies, But this earth is the planet for you, love, and me. In Mercury's star, where each moment can bring them New sunshine and wit from the fountain on high, Though the nymphs may have livelier poets to sing them, They've none, even there, more enamored than I. And, as long as this harp can be wakened to love, And that eye its divine inspiration shall be, They may talk as they will of their Edens above, But this earth is the planet for you, love, and me. In that star of the west, by whose shadowy splendor, At twilight so often we've roamed through the dew, There are maidens, perhaps, who have bosoms as tender, And look, in their twilights, as lovely as you. But tho' they were even more bright than the queen Of that isle the inhabit in heaven's blue sea, As I never those fair young celestials have seen, Whythis earth is the plant for you, love, and me. As for those chilly orbs on the verge of creation, Where sunshine and smiles must be equally rare, Did they want a supply of cold hearts for that station, Heaven knows we have plenty on earth we could spare. Oh! think what a world we should have of it here, If the haters of peace, affection, and glee, Were to fly up to Saturn's comfortless sphere, And leave earth to such spirits as you, love, and me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOURNEY INTO THE EYE by DAVID LEHMAN FEBRUARY EVENING IN NEW YORK by DENISE LEVERTOV THE HOUSE OF DUST: 1 by CONRAD AIKEN TWILIGHT COMES by HAYDEN CARRUTH IN THE EVENINGS by LUCILLE CLIFTON NINETEEN FORTY by NORMAN DUBIE A CANADIAN BOAT SONG; WRITTEN ON THE RIVER ST. LAWRENCE by THOMAS MOORE |
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