Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONG: 39, by THOMAS WYATT


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First Line: Your looks so often cast
Last Line: To stop a thing so clear.
Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas
Subject(s): Eyes; Hearts; Love


Your looks so often cast,
Your eyes so friendly rolled,
Your sight fixed so fast,
Always one to behold:
Though hide it fain ye would,
It plainly doth declare
Who hath your heart in hold,
And where good will ye bear.

Fain would ye find a cloak
Your brenning fire to hide,
Yet both the flame and smoke
Breaks out on every side.
Ye cannot love so guide
That it no issue win;
Abroad needs must it glide,
That brens so hot within.

For cause yourself do wink,
Ye judge all other blind;
And secret it you think,
Which every man doth find.
In waste oft spend ye wind,
Yourself in love to quit,
For agues of that kind
Will show who hath the fit.

Your sighs you fet from far,
And all to wry your woe,
Yet are ye ne'er the narr,
Men are not blinded so.
Deeply oft swear ye no,
But all those oaths are vain,
So well your eye doth show
Who puts your heart to pain.

Think not therefore to hide
That still itself betrays,
Nor seek means to provide
To dark the sunny days.
Forget those wonted ways;
Leave off such frowning cheer;
There will be found no stays
To stop a thing so clear.





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