FAREWELL, fond Love, under whose childish whip, I have serv'd out a weary prenti'ship; Thou that hast made me thy scorn'd property, To doat on rocks, but yielding loves to fly: Go, bane of my dear quiet and content, Now practise on some other patient. Farewell, false Hope, that fann'd my warm desire Till it had rais'd a wild unruly fire, Which nor sighs cool, nor tears extinguish can, Although my eyes out-flow'd the Ocean: Forth of my thoughts for ever, Thing of Air, Begun in error, finish'd in despair. Farewell, vain World, upon whose restless stage 'Twixt Love and Hope I have fool'd out my age; Henceforth, ere sue to thee for my redress, I'll woo the wind, or court the wilderness; And buried from the day's discovery, Study a slow yet certain way to die. My woful monument shall be a cell, The murmur of the purling brook my knell; My lasting epitaph the rock shall groan: Thus when sad lovers ask the weeping stone, What wretched thing does in that centre lie? The hollow Echo will reply, 'twas I. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE QUEEN FORGETS by GEORGE STERLING THEODORE ROOSEVELT by MORRIS ABEL BEER ECHOES OF SPRING: 3 by MATHILDE BLIND NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 26 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SONG OF THE DESERT LARK by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT AN EPITAPH by GEORGE JOHN CAYLEY A CIDER SONG by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON |