O, sweet and bitter!—all in vain
I come to thee for monied ease!
"The chances surely run," she says;
But prick the series with a pin;
Mark well; and then go in and win!—
Or lose! for there are but two ways.
And still the phantom, Fortune, stands
And sings with siren silvery tone;
Music that I may reach alone
With empty purse and empty hands!