Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt Edited by Kenneth Muir and Patricia Thomson |
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 | Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt |  |
CCXXVIII
[Absens absenting causithe me to complaine]
Absens absenting causithe me to complaine;
My sorofull complayntes abiding in distresse
And departing most pryvie increasithe my paine;
Thus lyve I vncomfortid, wrappid all in hevines.
My sorofull complayntes abiding in distresse
And departing most pryvie increasithe my paine;
Thus lyve I vncomfortid, wrappid all in hevines.
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In hevenes I am wrapid, devoyde of all solace,
Nother pastyme nor plesure can revyve my dull wytt;
My sprites be all taken, and dethe dothe me manace,
With his fatall knif the thrid for to kitt.
Nother pastyme nor plesure can revyve my dull wytt;
My sprites be all taken, and dethe dothe me manace,
With his fatall knif the thrid for to kitt.
Ffor to kit the thrid of this wretchid lif
And shortelye bring me owt of this cace;
I se yt avaylith not, yet must I be pensif,
Sins fortune from me hathe turnid her face.
And shortelye bring me owt of this cace;
I se yt avaylith not, yet must I be pensif,
Sins fortune from me hathe turnid her face.
Her face she hathe turnid with cowntenance contrarious,
And clene from her presens she hathe exilid me,
Yn sorrowe remayning as a man most dolorous,
Exempte from all pleasure and worldelye felicitie.
And clene from her presens she hathe exilid me,
Yn sorrowe remayning as a man most dolorous,
Exempte from all pleasure and worldelye felicitie.
All worldely felicitye nowe am I pryvate,
And left in deserte moste solitarilye,
Wandring all about, as one withowt mate:
My dethe aprochithe—what remedye?
And left in deserte moste solitarilye,
Wandring all about, as one withowt mate:
My dethe aprochithe—what remedye?
What remedye, alas, to reioise my wofull herte,
With sighis suspiring most rufullie?
Nowe wellcome! I am redye to deperte.
Fare well all plesure, welcome paine and smerte!
With sighis suspiring most rufullie?
Nowe wellcome! I am redye to deperte.
Fare well all plesure, welcome paine and smerte!
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