Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONG: 45, by THOMAS WYATT



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First Line: What death is worse than this?
Last Line: A deadly life in woe?
Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas
Variant Title(s): Egerton Manuscript: 63
Subject(s): Despair


What death is worse than this,
When my delight,
My weal, my joy, my bliss,
Is from my sight?
Both day and night
My life, alas, I miss.

For though I seem alive,
My heart is hence;
Thus, bootless for to strive
Out of presence
Of my defense,
Toward my death I drive.

Heartless, alas, what man
May long endure?
Alas, how live I then?
Since no recure
May me assure,
My life I may well ban.

Thus doth my torment go
In deadly dread;
Alas, who might live so
Alive as dead,
Alive to lead
A deadly life in woe?





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