The Conclusion

Sir Walter Raleigh

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. 

Next 10 Poems

• Sir Walter Raleigh : The Lie
• Sir Walter Raleigh : The Nymph's Reply To The Shepherd
• Sir Walter Raleigh : The Passionate Man's Pilgrimage
• Sir Walter Raleigh : The Silent Lover I
• Sir Walter Raleigh : The Silent Lover Ii
• Sir Walter Raleigh : To A Lady With An Unruly And Ill-mannered Dog Who Bit Several Persons Of Importance
• Sir Walter Raleigh : To His Love When He Had Obtained Her
• Sir Walter Raleigh : What Is Our Life
• Lizette Woodworth Reese : A Flower Of Mullein
• Lizette Woodworth Reese : A Haunting Memory

Previous 10 Poems

• Sir Walter Raleigh : The Artist
• Sir Walter Raleigh : Stans Puer Ad Mensam
• Sir Walter Raleigh : Song Of Myself
• Sir Walter Raleigh : Sestina Otiosa
• Sir Walter Raleigh : Prais'd Be Diana's Fair And Harmless Light
• Sir Walter Raleigh : On Being Challenged To Write An Epigram In The Manner Of Herrick
• Sir Walter Raleigh : Now What Is Love
• Sir Walter Raleigh : Nature That Washed Her Hands In Milk
• Sir Walter Raleigh : My Last Will
• Sir Walter Raleigh : Like Truthless Dreams, So Are My Joys Expired