Fortunate they that take advice Of dead men and the moon, For dead men's bones are loaded dice, The moon a bright doubloon; And gamblers poor can stake a price To make a Croesus swoon. If in the fury of the play The moon should disappear, Our dead men clink behind the day Until at dusk we peer To see them heave her through the grey And roll her glory near. Florin of Dreams! O many a night The dusty dice we shake; The while the horror sinks in flight And brighter grows the stake, - The future that shall be, despite What shadows undertake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A HYMN; AFTER READING 'LEAD, KINDLY LIGHT' by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR HURRAHING IN HARVEST by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 54 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE CLINGING VINE by ANTIPATER OF SIDON FUNERAL by ETHEL SKIPTON BARRINGER A LARGE EVENING AT THE CLUB (AS IT WAS ONCE) by BERTON BRALEY |