Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG: 2, by THOMAS WYATT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Where shall I have at mine own will Last Line: For I am gone for evermore. Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas Subject(s): Death; Fortune; Life; Singing & Singers; Tears; Dead, The; Songs | ||||||||
Where shall I have at mine own will Tears to complain? Where shall I fet Such sighs that I may sigh my fill, And then again my plaints to repeat? For though my plaint shall have none end, My tears cannot suffice my woe; To moan my harm have I no friend, For fortune's friend is mishap's foe. Comfort, God wot, else have I none But in the wind to waste my words; Naught moveth you my deadly moan, But all you turn it into bordes. I speak not now to move your heart That you should rue upon my pain. The sentence given may not revert; I know such labor were but vain. But since that I for you, my dear, Have lost that thing that was my best, A right small loss it must appear To lose these words and all the rest. But though they sparkle in the wind, Yet shall they show your falsed faith, Which is returned unto his kind, For like to like, the proverb sayeth. Fortune and you did me avance; Methought I swam and could not drown; Happiest of all, but my mischance Did lift me up to throw me down. And you with your own cruelness Did set your foot upon my neck; Me and my welfare to oppress, Without offense your heart to wreck. Where are your pleasant words, alas? Where your faith, your steadfastness? There is no more, but all doth pass And I am left all comfortless. But for because it doth you grieve, And also me my wretched life, Have here my truth, shall not relieve, But death alone my weary strife. Therefore farewell my life, my death, My gain, my loss, my salve, my sore; Farewell also with you my breath, For I am gone for evermore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE APOLLO TRIO by CONRAD AIKEN BAD GIRL SINGING by MARK JARMAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 4 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 5 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 28 by JAMES JOYCE THE SONG OF THE NIGHTINGALE IS LIKE THE SCENT OF SYRINGA by MINA LOY |
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