Thomas Moore ( )

From Irish Melodies. 49. This Life Is All Chequer'D with Pleasures and Woes

          This life is all chequerd with pleasures and woes,
                That chase one another like waves of the deep 
          Each brightly or darkly, as onward it flows,
                Reflecting our eyes, as they sparkle or weep.
          So closely our whims on our miseries tread,
                That the laugh is awaked ere the tear can be dried;
          And, as fast as the rain-drop of Pity is shed,
                The goose-plumage of Folly can turn it aside.
          But pledge me the cup  if existence would cloy,
                With hearts ever happy and heads ever wise,
          Be ours the light Sorrow, half-sister to Joy,
                And the light brilliant Folly that flashes and dies.

          When Hylas was sent with his urn to the fount,
                Through fields full of light, and with heart full of play,
          Light rambled the boy, over meadow and mount,
                And neglected his task for the flowers on the way.
          Thus many, like me, who in youth should have tasted
                The fountain that runs by Philosophys shrine,
          Their time with the flowers on the margin have wasted,
                And left their light urns all as empty as mine.
          But pledge me the goblet;  while idleness weaves
                These flowerets together, should Wisdom but see
          One bright drop or two that has falln on the leaves
                From her fountain divine, tis sufficient for me.

Thomas Moore's other poems:
  1. From Irish Melodies. 61. Id Mourn the Hopes
  2. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 3
  3. From Irish Melodies. 10. Rich and Rare Were the Gems She Wore
  4. From Irish Melodies. 92. ODonohues Mistress
  5. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 68

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