I sat before an empty plain
My life laid out and bare,
Excepting all my misfortunes,
Hidden I know not where.

Looking back on these odd times
Which are gone so quick and deft,
My life was filled with happiness
Compared to what I've left.

My world was never going to end;
I still remain in Dover,
Though I know that this can never last;
I'll miss it when it's over.