Like truthless dreams, so are my joys expir'd, <br />And past return are all my dandled days; <br />My love misled, and fancy quite retir'd-- <br />Of all which pass'd the sorrow only stays. <br /> <br />My lost delights, now clean from sight of land, <br />Have left me all alone in unknown ways; <br />My mind to woe, my life in fortune's hand-- <br />Of all which pass'd the sorrow only stays. <br /> <br />As in a country strange, without companion, <br />I only wail the wrong of death's delays, <br />Whose sweet spring spent, whose summer well-nigh done-- <br />Of all which pass'd only the sorrow stays. <br /> <br />Whom care forewarns, ere age and winter cold, <br />To haste me hence to find my fortune's fold.<br /><br />Sir Walter Raleigh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/farewell-to-the-court/
