Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONG: 111, by THOMAS WYATT


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First Line: Love doth again
Last Line: She shall my heart obtain.
Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas
Subject(s): Beauty; Life; Love; Pain; Suffering; Misery


Love doth again
Put me to pain
And yet all is but lost,
I serve in vain
And am certain
Of all misliked most.

Both heat and cold
Doth so me hold
And cumber so my mind,
That when I should
Speak and behold
It driveth me still behind.

My wits be past,
My life doth waste,
My comfort is exiled,
And I in haste
Am like to taste
How love hath me beguiled.

Unless that right
May in her sight
Obtain pity and grace,
Why should a wight
Have beauty bright
If mercy have no place?

Yet I, alas,
Am in such case
That back I cannot go,
But still forth trace
A patient pace
And suffer secret woe.

For with the wind
My fired mind
Doth still inflame;
And she unkind
That did me bind
Doth turn it all to game.

Yet can no pain
Make me refrain
Nor here and there to range;
I shall retain
Hope to obtain
Her heart that is so strange.

But I require
The painful fire
That oft doth make me sweat,
For all my ire,
With like desire
To give her heart a heat.

Then shall she prove
How I her love
And what I have offered,
Which should her move
For to remove
The pains that I have suffered.

And better fee
Than she gave me
She shall of me attain.
For whereas she
Showed cruelty,
She shall my heart obtain.





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