Thomas Moore ( )


From Irish Melodies. 89. Drink of This Cup


DRINK of this cup;  youll find theres a spell in
      Its every drop gainst the ills of mortality;
Talk of the cordial that sparkled for Helen;
        Her cup was a fiction, but this is reality.
Would you forget the dark world we are in
        Just taste of the bubble that gleams on the top of it;
But would you rise above earth, till akin
        To immortals themselves, you must drain every drop of it!
Send round the cup  for oh theres a spell in
        Its every drop gainst the ills of mortality;
Talk of the cordial that sparkled for Helen!
        Her cup was a fiction, but this is reality.

Never was philter formd with such power
        To charm and bewilder as this we are quaffing;
Its magic began when, in Autumns rich hour,
        A harvest of gold in the fields it stood laughing.
There having, by Natures enchantment, been filld
        With the balm and the bloom of her kindliest weather,
This wonderful juice from its core was distilld
        To enliven such hearts as are here brought together.
Then drink of the cup  youll find theres a spell in
        Its every drop gainst the ills of mortality;
Talk of the cordial that sparkled for Helen!
        Her cup was a fiction, but this is reality.

And though, perhaps  but breathe it to no one 
        Like liquor the witch brews at midnight so awful,
This philter in secret was first taught to flow on,
        Yet tisnt less potent for being unlawful.
And, even though it taste of the smoke of that flame
        Which in silence extracted its virtue forbidden 
Fill up  theres a fire in some hearts I could name,
        Which may work too its charm, though as lawless and hidden.
So drink of the cup  for oh theres a spell in
        Its very drop gainst the ills of mortality;
Talk of the cordial that sparkled for Helen!
        Her cup was a fiction, but this is reality.



Thomas Moore's other poems:
  1. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 10
  2. From Irish Melodies. 39. The Princes Day
  3. From Irish Melodies. 108. Sing Sing Music Was Given
  4. From Irish Melodies. 3. Erin! The Tear and the Smile in Thine Eyes
  5. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 23


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