Oh, could we do with this world of ours <br />As thou dost with thy garden bowers, <br />Reject the weeds and keep the flowers, <br />What a heaven on earth we'd make it! <br />So bright a dwelling should be our own, <br />So warranted free from sigh or frown, <br />That angels soon would be coming down, <br />By the week or month to take it. <br /> <br />Like those gay flies that wing through air, <br />And in themselves a lustre bear, <br />A stock of light, still ready there, <br />Whenver they wish to use it; <br />So in this world I'd make for thee, <br />Our hearts should all like fire-flies be, <br />And the flash of wit or poesy <br />Break forth whenever we choose it. <br /> <br />While every joy that glads our sphere <br />Hath still some shadow hovering near, <br />In this new world of ours, my dear, <br />Such shadows will all be omitted; -- <br />Unless they're like that graceful one, <br />Which when thou'rt dancing in the sun, <br />Still near thee, leaves a charm upon <br />Each spot where it hath flitted!<br /><br />Thomas Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-could-we-do-with-this-world-of-ours/
