Fortunate they that take advice Of dead men and the moon, For dead men's bones are loaded dice, The moon a bright doubloon; And gamblers poor can stake a price To make a Croesus swoon. If in the fury of the play The moon should disappear, Our dead men clink behind the day Until at dusk we peer To see them heave her through the grey And roll her glory near. Florin of Dreams! O many a night The dusty dice we shake; The while the horror sinks in flight And brighter grows the stake, - The future that shall be, despite What shadows undertake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VIKING GRAVE AT LADBY by KAREN SWENSON FRAGMENT ON DEATH by FRANCOIS VILLON ODE ON INDOLENCE by JOHN KEATS PICCADILLY CIRCUS AT NIGHT: STREETWALKERS by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE SUICIDE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE HEART KNOWETH ITS OWN BITTERNESS' (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE AT [OR AFTER] CORUNNA by CHARLES WOLFE |