Classic Poem

If we could rub Aladdin's lamp each day,
And at our palm attentive genii find
To grant our every whim and wish resigned;
Yea! could we lure the golden goose to lay.

A precious egg that we might keep alway:
And had we wishing-mantles round us twined,
Or Fortunatus's rare wallet lined,
And youth's elixir to avert decay, —

Then life, perchance, might sweet and pleasant be.
Who knows? Such magic might delight us much,
Yet we, perhaps, might yearn for something more.
We would find qualms and deem ourselves unfree,
Find life obnoxious to the light and touch,
And dream and doubt, dejected as before!