Even such is time, which takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, and all we have,
And pays us but with age and dust,
Who in the dark and silent grave
When we have wandered all our ways
Shuts up the story of our days,
And from which earth, and grave, and dust
The Lord will raise me up, I trust.
More verses by Sir Walter Raleigh
- The Silent Lover Ii
- The Silent Lover I
- Sestina Otiosa
- On Being Challenged To Write An Epigram In The Manner Of Herrick
- Stans Puer Ad Mensam