Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG: 110, by THOMAS WYATT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I must go walk the woods so wild Last Line: And all for your love, my dear. Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas Subject(s): Animals; Birds; Forests; Life; Love; Nature; Trust; Woods | ||||||||
I must go walk the woods so wild And wander here and there In dread and deadly fear, For where I trusted I am beguiled, And all for your love, my dear. I am banished from my bliss By craft and false pretense, Faultless, without offense, And of return no certain is, And all for your love, my dear. Banished am I, remediless, To wilderness alone, Alone to sigh and moan And of relief all comfortless And all for your love, my dear. My house shall be the greenwood tree, A tuft of brakes under my bed. And this my life I lead As one from his joy doth flee And all for your love, my dear. The running streams shall be my drink, Acorns shall be my food: Naught may do me good, But on your beauty for to think, And all for your love, my dear. And when the deer draw to the green, Makes me think on a roe: How I have seen ye go Above the fairest, fairest beseen! And all for your love, my dear. But where I see in any coast Two turtles sit and play, Rejoicing all the day, Alas, I think, this have I lost And all for your love, my dear. No bird, no bush, no bough I see But bringeth to my mind Something whereby I find My heart far wandered, far fro me, And all for your love, my dear. The tune of birds when I do hear, My heart doth bleed, alas, Remembering how I was Wont for to hear your ways so clear And all for your love, my dear. My thought doth please me for the while: While I see my desire Naught else I do require. So with my thought I me beguile And all for your love, my dear. Yet I am further from my thought Than earth from heaven above. And yet for to remove My pain, alas, availeth naught And all for your love, my dear. And where I lie, secret, alone, I mark that face anon That stayeth my life, as one That other comfort can get none And all for your love, my dear. The summer days that be so long I walk and wander wide, Alone, without a guide, Always thinking how I have wrong And all for your love, my dear. The winter nights that are so cold I lie amid the storms, Unwrapped, in pricking thorns, Remembering my sorrows old And all for your love, my dear. A woeful man such desert life Becometh best of all. But woe might them befall That are the causers of this strife And all for your love, my dear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRINCESS WAKES IN THE WOOD by RANDALL JARRELL CHAMBER MUSIC: 20 by JAMES JOYCE ADVICE TO A FOREST by MAXWELL BODENHEIM A SOUTH CAROLINA FOREST by AMY LOWELL JOY IN THE WOODS by CLAUDE MCKAY IN BLACKWATER WOODS by MARY OLIVER |
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