Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG: 100, by THOMAS WYATT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I might by no means surmise Last Line: Or else I am but slain. Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas Subject(s): Desire; Fantasy; God; Hearts; Love | ||||||||
I might by no means surmise My fantasy to resist, But after the old guise To love her I did list. And though it must suffice That again I shall have none, Yet can I not devise To get again mine own. It is my heart that I have lost. God send it me again. I should it have whatever it cost Or else I am but slain. I study day and night And loud I cry and call To be delivered quite From her that I am thrall. And yet against all right Of force I must still moan For it doth pass my might To get again mine own. It is my heart that I have lost. God send it me again. I should it have whatever it cost Or else I am but slain. In torments I am torn That no rest find I can, None so unhappy born Since that the world began. I ask for but such corn And such seed that was sown; And though I that have sworn, I cannot get mine own. It is my heart that I have lost. God send it me again. I should it have whatever it cost Or else I am but slain. But seeing that I cannot Attain my true desire Nor by no means may not Creep out of the fire, [And know that you intend not] To give aught of your own By reason that you should not -- Let me to have mine own. It is my heart that I have lost. God send it me again. I should it have whatever it cost Or else I am but slain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT |
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