Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, BALLADE: 3, by THOMAS WYATT


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First Line: The restful place, reviver of my smart
Last Line: Wherefore with tears, my bed, I thee forsake.
Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas
Subject(s): Bodies; Grief; Hearts; Labor & Laborers; Pain; Tears; Sorrow; Sadness; Work; Workers; Suffering; Misery


The restful place, reviver of my smart,
The labors' salve, increasing my sorrow,
The body's ease and troubler of my heart,
Quieter of mind and my unquiet foe,
Forgetter of pain, remembering my woe,
The place of sleep, wherein I do but wake
Besprent with tears, my bed, I thee forsake.

The frost, the snow, may not redress my heat,
Nor yet no heat abate my fervent cold.
I know nothing to ease my pain's mete:
Each care causeth increase by twenty fold.
Reviving cares upon my sorrows old,
Such overthwart affects they do me make,
Besprent with tears, my bed for to forsake.

Yet helpeth it not: I find to better ease
In bed or out; this most causeth my pain --
Where most I seek how best that I may please,
My lost labor, alas, is all in vain.
Yet that I gave I cannot call again;
No place fro me my grief away can take,
Wherefore with tears, my bed, I thee forsake.





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