Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG: 50, by THOMAS WYATT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Ye know my heart, my lady dear Last Line: Unto your own that loveth you so? Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas Variant Title(s): Egerton Manuscript: 41 Subject(s): Love - Complaints | ||||||||
Ye know my heart, my lady dear, That since the time I was your thrall I have been yours both whole and clear, Though my reward hath been but small: So am I yet and more than all, And ye know well how I have served; As if ye prove it shall appear How well, how long, How faithfully, And suffered wrong How patiently! Then since that I have never swerved, Let not my pains be undeserved. Ye know also, though ye say nay, That you alone are my desire; And you alone it is that may Assuage my fervent flaming fire; Succor me then I you require. Ye know it were a just request, Since ye do cause my heat, I say, If that I burn, That ye will warm, And not to turn All to my harm, Sending such flame from frozen breast Against all right for my unrest. And I know well how frowardly Ye have mistaken my true intent And hitherto how wrongfully I have found cause for to repent. But death shall rid me readily If your hard heart do not relent; And I know well all this ye know, That I and mine And all I have Ye may assign To spill or save. Why are ye then so cruel foe, Unto your own that loveth you so? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TALKING RICHARD WILSON BLUES, BY RICHARD CLAY WILSON by DENIS JOHNSON THE BRIDGE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE RABBI'S SON-IN-LAW by SABINE BARING-GOULD MISGIVINGS by WILLIAM MATTHEWS THROUGH AGONY: 1 by CLAUDE MCKAY HEMATITE HEIRLOOM LIVES ON (MAYBE DECEMBER 1980) by ALICE NOTLEY |
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