Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG: 89, by THOMAS WYATT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Longer to trow ye Last Line: Where I could not so. Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas Subject(s): Faith; Love; Belief; Creed | ||||||||
Longer to trow ye What may it avail me? For right well know ye, Ye swore it unto me Still for to love me Alone and no moe. But ye have deceived me. Who could have thought so? Your fair words caught me And made me your mickle But time hath taught me Their truth is too tickle. Since faith is fickle And flitted you fro, Your ware is too brickle. Who would have thought so? Your great assurance Full oft-times did glad me. But the performance Hath as well made me, As reason bade me, To let your love go. With lies ye have lade me. Who could have thought so? Your faith and your oath Fly abroad in the wind. I would be right loathe To stay that by kind Could never yet find In change to say 'whoa'. This mean I by your mind. Who could have thought so? Since wax nor writing Can certain assure ye, Nor love nor liking Can no ways allure ye Once to procure ye To staidness to grow, I cannot endure ye. I care not who know. But trust well that I Shall never mistrust ye. I care not a fly, Go love where it lust ye; For needs change must ye In weal and in woe. In that most I trust ye. Who could have thought so? Farewell, unstable, For here I forsake thee. True love is not able True lover to make thee. Therefore I betake thee To them that do know The ways how to break thee Where I could not so. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNHOLY SONNET 4 by MARK JARMAN QUIA ABSURDUM by ROBINSON JEFFERS GOING TO THE HORSE FLATS by ROBINSON JEFFERS SONNET TO FORTUNE by LUCY AIKEN JONATHAN EDWARDS IN WESTERN MASSACHUSETTS by ROBERT LOWELL |
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