Like truthless dreams, so are my joys expired, And past return are all my dandled days; My love misled, and fancy quite retired -- Of all which passed the sorrow only stays. My lost delights, now clean from sight of land, Have left me all alone in unknown ways; My mind to woe, my life in fortune's hand -- Of all which passed the sorrow only stays. As in a country strange, without companion, I only wail the wrong of death's delays, Whose sweet spring spent, whose summer well nigh done -- Of all which passed the sorrow only stays. Whom care forewarns, ere age and winter cold, To haste me hence to find my fortune's fold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RESOLUTION OF A POETICAL QUESTION CONCERNING FOUR RURAL SISTERS: 2 by CHARLES COTTON EPIGRAM: TO FOOL, OR KNAVE by BEN JONSON ON A SOLDIER FALLEN IN THE PHILIPPINES by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY OF A FAIR LADY PLAYING WITH A SNAKE by EDMUND WALLER THE SULTANA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE TOMBS OF THE KINGS by MATHILDE BLIND ON THE DEATH OF ALEXANDER, EMPEROR OF THE RUSSIAS by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |