ADIEU, fond World, and all thy wiles, Thy haughty frowns, and treacherous smiles, They that behold thee with my eyes, Thy double dealing will despise: From thee, false World, my deadly foe, Into some desert let me go; Some gloomy melancholy cave, Dark and silent as the grave; Let me withdraw, where I may be From thine impertinences free: There when I hear the turtle groan, How sweetly would I make my moan! Kind Philomel would teach me there My sorrows pleasantly to bear: There could I correspond with none But Heaven, and my own breast alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A NOCTURNAL REVERIE by ANNE FINCH DO YOU FEAR THE WIND? by HAMLIN GARLAND THE HAPPY WARRIOR by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ON THE EPHEMERALNESS OF BEAUTY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A STIRRUP-CUP by DOUGLAS AINSLIE GRIEF WAS SENT THEE FOR THY GOOD by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY BROADWAY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 34. REMINDING HER OF A PROMISE (1) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |