Nay, bid me not my cares to leave, <br />Who cannot from their shadow flee. <br />I do but win a short reprieve, <br />'Scaping to pleasure and to thee. <br /> <br />I may, at best, a moment's grace, <br />And grant of liberty, obtain; <br />Respited for a little space, <br />To go back into bonds again.<br /><br />William Watson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nay-bid-me-not-my-cares-to-leave/
