Odes Of Anacreon: Yes -- loving is a painful thrill...
Yes -- loving is a painful thrill...
by Thomas Moore
Yes -- loving is a painful thrill,
And not to love more painful still;
But surely 'tis the worst of pain,
To love and not be loved again!
Affection now has fled from earth,
Nor fire of genius, light of birth,
Nor heavenly virtue, can beguile
From beauty's cheek one favouring smile.
Gold is the woman's only theme,
Gold is the woman's only dream.
Oh! never be that wretch forgiven --
Forgive him not, indignant Heaven!
Whose grovelling eyes could first adore,
Whose heart could pant for sordid ore.
Since that devoted thirst began
Man has forgot to feel for man;
The pulse of social life is dead,
And all its fonder feelings fled!
War too has sullied nature's charms,
For gold provokes the world to arms!
And oh! the worst of all is art,
I feel it breaks the lover's heart!
Source:The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore.
Copyright undated, very old
The Walter Scott Publishing Co. Ltd.