Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG: 83, by THOMAS WYATT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: O, cruel heart, where is thy faith? Last Line: Farewell my love and all my woe. Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas Subject(s): Cruelty; Faith; Hearts; Love; Tears; Time; Belief; Creed | ||||||||
O, cruel heart, where is thy faith? Where is become thy steadfast vow? Thy sobbing sighs with fainting breath, Thy bitter tears, where are they now? Thy careful looks, thy piteous plaint, Thy woeful words, thy wonted cheer? Now may I see thou didst but paint And all thy craft doth plain appear. For now thy sighs are out of thought. Thine oath thou dost nothing regard. Thy tears hath quenched thy love so hot And spite for love is my reward. Yet love for love I had awhile Though thine were false and mine were true. Thy feigned tears did me beguile And caused me trust thee, most untrue. To trust why did I condescend, And yield myself so earnestly To her that did nothing intend But thus to trap me craftily? O, falsed faith, hast thou forgot That once of late thou wert mine own? But slackly tied may slip the knot: No marvel then though thou art gone. Mine own but late assuredly, With faith and truth so justly bound. And thus to change so suddenly! Each thing upon thy shame shall sound. Each thing shall sound upon thy shame Since that thy faith is not to trust. What more reproach is to thy name Than of thy word to prove unjust? And from thy words if thou wilt swerve And swear thou didst them never say, Thy tokens yet I do reserve That shall declare the hour and day, The hour and day, the time and where That thou thyself didst them indite, Wherein thou show'dst what dread and fear Thou hadst once spied thy bills to write. This proof I think may well suffice To prove it true that here I speak. No forged tales will I devise But with thy hand I shall me wreak. When time and place thereto I see, No doubt there is but thou shalt know That thou didst pain me wrongfully, Without offence to forge my woe. And thus, farewell, most cruel heart. Farewell thy falsed faith also. Farewell my sighs, farewell my smart. Farewell my love and all my woe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNHOLY SONNET 4 by MARK JARMAN QUIA ABSURDUM by ROBINSON JEFFERS GOING TO THE HORSE FLATS by ROBINSON JEFFERS SONNET TO FORTUNE by LUCY AIKEN JONATHAN EDWARDS IN WESTERN MASSACHUSETTS by ROBERT LOWELL |
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