Sir Walter Raleigh - Farewel to the Court

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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 hеnce to find my fortune's fold