Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONG: 59, by THOMAS WYATT


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First Line: Suffering in sorrow, in hope to attain
Last Line: Content to serve and suffer still I must.
Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas
Subject(s): Grief; Hope; Love; Pain; Sorrow; Sadness; Optimism; Suffering; Misery


Suffering in sorrow in hope to attain,
Desiring in fear and dare not complain,
True of belief, in whom is all my trust,
Do thou apply to ease me of my pain,
Else thus to serve and suffer still I must.

Hope is my hold, yet in despair to speak
I drive from time to time and doth not reck
How long to live thus after love's lust,
In study still of that I dare not break:
Wherefore to serve and suffer still I must.

Increase of care I find both day and night;
I hate that was sometime all my delight;
The cause thereof ye know I have discussed,
And yet to refrain it passeth my might:
Wherefore to serve and suffer still I must.

Love whoso list, at length he shall well say:
"To love and live in fear it is no play."
Record that knoweth, and if this be not just,
That where as love doth lead there is no way
But serve and suffer ever still he must.

Then for to leave with loss of liberty
At last perchance shall be his remedy;
And for his truth reigneth with false mistrust,
Who would not rue to see how wrongfully
Thus for to serve and suffer still he must.

Untrue by trust oft-times hath me betrayed,
Misusing my hope, still to be delayed,
Fortune always I have thee found unjust;
And so with like reward now am I paid:
That is, to serve and suffer still I must.

Never to cease, nor yet like to attain,
As long as I in fear dare not complain;
True of belief hath always been my trust,
And till she knoweth the cause of all my pain,
Content to serve and suffer still I must.





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