 | The Poems of Sir William Watson |  |
NAY, BID ME NOT
Nay, bid me not my cares to leave,
Who cannot from their shadow flee.
I do but win a short reprieve,
'Scaping to pleasure and to thee.
Who cannot from their shadow flee.
I do but win a short reprieve,
'Scaping to pleasure and to thee.
I may, at best, a brief hour's grace,
And grant of liberty, obtain;
Remanded for a little space,
To go back into bonds again.
And grant of liberty, obtain;
Remanded for a little space,
To go back into bonds again.
| The Poems of Sir William Watson | |