They may rail at this life -- from the hour I began it <br />I found it a life full of kindness and bliss; <br />And, until they can show me some happier planet, <br />More social and bright, I'll content me with this. <br />As long as the world has such lips and such eyes <br />As before me this moment enraptured I see, <br />They may say what they will of their orbs in the skies, <br />But this earth is the planet for you, love, and me. <br /> <br />In Mercury's star, where each moment can bring them <br />New sunshine and wit from the fountain on high, <br />Though the nymphs may have livelier poets to sing them, <br />They've none, even there, more enamour'd than I. <br />And, as long as this harp can be waken'd to love, <br />And that eye its divine inspiration shall be, <br />They may talk as they will of their Edens above, <br />But this earth is the planet for you, love, and me. <br /> <br />In that star of the west, by whose shadowy splendour, <br />At twilight so often we've roam'd through the dew, <br />There are maidens, perhaps, who have bosoms as tender, <br />And look, in their twilights, as lovely as you. <br />But though they were even more bright than the queen <br />Of that Isle they inhabit in heaven's blue sea, <br />As I never those fair young celestials have seen, <br />Why -- this earth is the planet for you, love, and me. <br /> <br />As for those chilly orbs on the verge of creation, <br />Where sunshine and smiles must be equally rare, <br />Did they want a supply of cold hearts for that station, <br />Heaven knows we have plenty on earth we could spare, <br />Oh! think what a world we should have of it here, <br />If the haters of peace, of affection and glee, <br />Were to fly up to Saturn's comfortless sphere, <br />And leave earth to such spirits as you, love, and me.<br /><br />Thomas Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/they-may-rail-at-this-life/
