ADIEU, fond World, and all thy wiles, Thy haughty frowns, and treacherous smiles, They that behold thee with my eyes, Thy double dealing will despise: From thee, false World, my deadly foe, Into some desert let me go; Some gloomy melancholy cave, Dark and silent as the grave; Let me withdraw, where I may be From thine impertinences free: There when I hear the turtle groan, How sweetly would I make my moan! Kind Philomel would teach me there My sorrows pleasantly to bear: There could I correspond with none But Heaven, and my own breast alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF THE PILGRIMS by RUPERT BROOKE THE SLEEP by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE PLOUGH; A LANDSCAPE IN BERKSHIRE by RICHARD HENGIST (HENRY) HORNE UPON THE DEATH OF SIR ALBERT MORTON'S WIFE by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS |