FAREWELL, fond Love, under whose childish whip, I have serv'd out a weary prenti'ship; Thou that hast made me thy scorn'd property, To doat on rocks, but yielding loves to fly: Go, bane of my dear quiet and content, Now practise on some other patient. Farewell, false Hope, that fann'd my warm desire Till it had rais'd a wild unruly fire, Which nor sighs cool, nor tears extinguish can, Although my eyes out-flow'd the Ocean: Forth of my thoughts for ever, Thing of Air, Begun in error, finish'd in despair. Farewell, vain World, upon whose restless stage 'Twixt Love and Hope I have fool'd out my age; Henceforth, ere sue to thee for my redress, I'll woo the wind, or court the wilderness; And buried from the day's discovery, Study a slow yet certain way to die. My woful monument shall be a cell, The murmur of the purling brook my knell; My lasting epitaph the rock shall groan: Thus when sad lovers ask the weeping stone, What wretched thing does in that centre lie? The hollow Echo will reply, 'twas I. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TRAVELLER AT THE SOURCE OF THE NILE by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS ODE ON THE DEATH OF HIS FATHER by JORGE MANRIQUE A WINTER WISH by ROBERT HINCKLEY MESSINGER DEEDS OF VALOR AT SANTIAGO by CLINTON SCOLLARD |