EVEN such is Time, that takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
And pays us but with earth and dust;
Who in the dark and silent grave,
When we have wander'd all our ways,
Shuts up the story of our days;
But from this earth, this grave, this dust,
My God shall raise me up, I trust.
About the poet |
Sir Walter Raleigh |
By the same poet |
The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd |
The Silent Lover (i) |
The Silent Lover (ii) |
The Pilgrimage |
Related books |
Sir Walter Raleigh at amazon.co.uk |