Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG: 87, by THOMAS WYATT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Shall she never out of my mind Last Line: To see her loving gentleness. Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas Subject(s): Hearts; Kisses; Letters; Pain; Suffering; Misery | ||||||||
Shall she never out of my mind, Nor shall I never out of this pain? Alas, here she doth me so bind Except her help I am near slain. I never told her of my mind, What pain I suffer for her sake. Alas, what means might I now find That no displeasure with me she take? If I speak fair she saith I flatter, And if I do not I shall not speed. If I to her do write a letter Then will she say she cannot read. Shall I despair yet for all this? Nay, nay, my heart will not do so. I would, once my sweetheart to kiss, A thousand times suffer more woe. I am abashed when I should speak. Alas, I cannot my mind express. It maketh my heart in pieces break To see her loving gentleness. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARTHENOPHIL AND PARTHENOPHE: MADRIGAL 14 by BARNABE BARNES SONNETS IN SHADOWS: 1 by ARLO BATES IN PRAISE OF PAIN by HEATHER MCHUGH THE SYMPATIZERS by JOSEPHINE MILES |
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