Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG: 105, by THOMAS WYATT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Now all of change / must be my song Last Line: To quit the craft that me beguiled. Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas Subject(s): Faith; Grief; Pain; Singing & Singers; Time; Belief; Creed; Sorrow; Sadness; Suffering; Misery | ||||||||
Now all of change Must be my song And from my bond now must I break, Since she so strange Unto my wrong Doth stop her ears to hear me speak. Yet none doth know So well as she My grief which can have no restraint; That fain would follow Now needs must flee For fault of ear unto my plaint. I am not he By false assays Nor feigned faith can bear in hand, Though most I see That such always Are best for to be understand. But I that truth Hath always meant Doth still proceed to serve in vain; Desire pursueth My time misspent, And doth not pass upon my pain. O fortune's might That each compels, And me the most, it doth suffice Now for my right To ask naught else But to withdraw this enterprise. And for the gain Of that good hour, Which of my woe shall be relief, I shall refrain By painful power The thing that most hath been my grief. I shall not miss To exercise The help thereof which doth me teach, That after this In any wise To keep right within my reach. And she unjust, Which fareth not In this her fame to be defiled, Yet once I trust Shall be my lot, To quit the craft that me beguiled. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARTHENOPHIL AND PARTHENOPHE: MADRIGAL 14 by BARNABE BARNES SONNETS IN SHADOWS: 1 by ARLO BATES IN PRAISE OF PAIN by HEATHER MCHUGH THE SYMPATIZERS by JOSEPHINE MILES |
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