Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONG: 80, by THOMAS WYATT


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First Line: Mourning my heart doth sore oppress
Last Line: Alas, and cannot be loved again.
Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas
Subject(s): Hearts; Love; Mourning; Pain; Bereavement; Suffering; Misery


Mourning my heart doth sore oppress
That force constraineth me to complain;
For whereas I should have redress,
Alas, I cannot be loved again.

I serve, I sue, all of one sort.
My trust, my travail is all in vain
As, in despair without comfort,
Alas, I cannot be loved again.

Perdie, it is but now of late.
Not long ago ye knew my pain.
Will your rigour never abate?
Alas, when shall I be loved again?

It is both death and deadly smart.
No sharper sorrow can none sustain
Than for to love with faithful heart,
Alas, and cannot be loved again.





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