Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG: 18, by THOMAS WYATT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The answer that ye made to me, my dear Last Line: Wherewith free will doth true desert retain. Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas Variant Title(s): Egerton Manuscript: 90 Subject(s): Love - Complaints | ||||||||
The answer that ye made to me, my dear, When I did sue for my poor heart's redress, Hath so appall'd my countenance and my cheer That in this case I am all comfortless, Since I of blame no cause can well express. I have no wrong where I can claim no right, Nought ta'en me fro where I have nothing had, Yet of my woe I cannot so be quite: Namely, since that another may be glad, With that that thus in sorrow makes me sad. Nor none can claim, I say, by former grant That knoweth not of any grant at all; And by desert, I dare well make avaunt, Of faithful will there is nowhere that shall Bear you more truth, more ready at your call. Now good then call again that bitter word That touch'd your friend so near with pangs of pain, And say, my dear, that it was said in bourd: Late, or too soon, let it not rule the gain Wherewith free will doth true desert retain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TALKING RICHARD WILSON BLUES, BY RICHARD CLAY WILSON by DENIS JOHNSON THE BRIDGE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE RABBI'S SON-IN-LAW by SABINE BARING-GOULD MISGIVINGS by WILLIAM MATTHEWS THROUGH AGONY: 1 by CLAUDE MCKAY HEMATITE HEIRLOOM LIVES ON (MAYBE DECEMBER 1980) by ALICE NOTLEY |
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