Tagus, farewell! that westward with thy streams
Turns up the grains of gold already tried
With spur and sail, for I go to seek the Thames
Gainward the sun that shewth her wealthy pride,
And to the town which Brutus sought by dreams,
Like bended moon doth lend her lusty side.
My king, my country, alone for whome I live,
Of mighty love the wings for this me give.
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Comments1Wow, this poem really paints a beautiful image of a journey from one river to another. I can almost feel the sense of adventure and longing for something in a new place. But it also makes it clear that not everything is about personal gain, but rather the love for king and country. Such a moving piece, I truly enjoyed it.