Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONG: 53, by THOMAS WYATT



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First Line: Alas, the grief and deadly woful smart
Last Line: To whomsoever lust for to proffer most.
Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas
Subject(s): Grief; Sorrow; Sadness


Alas the grief, and deadly woful smart,
The carefull chance shapen afore my shert,
The sorrowful tears, the sighs hot as fire,
That cruel love hath long soked from my heart!
And for reward of over great desire
Disdainful doubleness have I for my hire.
O lost service, O pain ill rewarded,
O pitiful heart with pain enlarged,
O faithful mind too suddenly assented,
Return alas, sithens thou art not regarded.
Too great a proof of true faith presented
Causeth by right such faith to be repented.
O cruel causer of undeserved change,
By great desire unconstantly to range,
Is this your way for proof of steadfastness?
Perdie you know (the thing was not so strange)
By former proof too much my faithfulness!
What needeth then such coloured doubleness?
I have wailed thus, weeping in nightly pain,
In sobs and sighs, alas, and all in vain,
In inward plaint and heart's woful torment.
And yet, alas, lo, cruelty and disdain
Have set at nought a faithful true intent,
And price hath privilege truth to prevent.
But though I starve, and to my death still mourn,
And piecemeal in pieces though I be torn,
And though I die, yielding my wearied ghost,
Shall never thing again make me return.
I quit [pursuit] of that that I have lost,
To whomsoever lust for to proffer most.





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