Tagus, farewell! that westward with thy streams <br />Turns up the grains of gold already tried <br />With spur and sail, for I go to seek the Thames <br />Gainward the sun that shewth her wealthy pride, <br />And to the town which Brutus sought by dreams, <br />Like bended moon doth lend her lusty side. <br />My king, my country, alone for whome I live, <br />Of mighty love the wings for this me give.<br /><br />Sir Thomas Wyatt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-spain/
