Like truthless dreams, so are my joys expir'd,
And past return are all my dandled days;
My love misled, and fancy quite retir'd--
Of all which pass'd the sorrow only stays.
My lost delights, now clean from sight of land,
Have left me all alone in unknown ways;
My mind to woe, my life in fortune's hand--
Of all which pass'd the sorrow only stays.
As in a country strange, without companion,
I only wail the wrong of death's delays,
Whose sweet spring spent, whose summer well-nigh done--
Of all which pass'd only the sorrow stays.
Whom care forewarns, ere age and winter cold,
To haste me hence to find my fortune's fold.
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Comments1I just came across this poem by Sir Walter Raleigh and it really resonates with me in the sense of experiencing loss and regret. The way he eloquently portrays the feeling of being left alone and in unfamiliar territory is incredibly poignant. This poem truly conveys the sorrow that remains when our joys and pleasant memories have passed. It's amazing how timeless his words can be.