Friday, February 22, 2019


A poem by Sir Walter Raleigh, his last, composed the night before he was beheaded:
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.
Old Poem Revue #2: Raleigh’s Last Poem | The Drunken Odyssey

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