Thomas Moore

May 28, 1780 - Feb 26, 1852


Odes Of Anacreon: If hoarded gold possess'd a power...

If hoarded gold possess'd a power...

by Thomas Moore

If hoarded gold possess'd a power
To lengthen life's too-fleeting hour,
And purchase from the hand of death
A little span, a moment's breath,
How I would love the precious ore!
And every day should swell my store;
That when the Fates would send their minion,
To waft me off on shadowy pinion,
I might some hours of life obtain,
And drive him back to hell again.
But since we ne'er can charm away
The mandate of that awful day,
Why do we vainly weep at fate,
And sigh for life's uncertain date?
The light of gold can ne'er illume
The dreary midnight of the tomb!
And why should I then pant for treasures?
Mine be the brilliant round of pleasures;
The goblet rich, the board of friends,
Whose flowing souls the goblet blends!


The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore.
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The Walter Scott Publishing Co. Ltd.