Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt Edited by Kenneth Muir and Patricia Thomson |
| 21 |  |
| 13 |  | I. |
| II. |
| 4 | | III. |
| IV. |
| 2 | | V. |
| VI. |
| CCXXXIV. |
| CCXXXV. |
| CCXXXVI. |
| CCXXXVII. |
| CCXXXVIII. |
| CCXXXIX. |
| CCXL. |
| 2 | | VII. |
| VIII. |
| IX. |
 | Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt |  |
LXIII
[What deth is worse then this]
What deth is worse then this
When my delight,
My wele, my joye, my blys,
Is from my sight?
Boeth daye and nyght
My liff, alas, I mys.
When my delight,
My wele, my joye, my blys,
Is from my sight?
Boeth daye and nyght
My liff, alas, I mys.
47
For though I seme alyve,
My hert is hens
Thus botles for to stryve
Oute of presens
Of my defens,
Towerd my deth I dryve.
My hert is hens
Thus botles for to stryve
Oute of presens
Of my defens,
Towerd my deth I dryve.
Hertles, alas, what man
May long endure?
Alas, how lyve I then?
Syns no recure
May me assure
My liff I may well ban.
May long endure?
Alas, how lyve I then?
Syns no recure
May me assure
My liff I may well ban.
Thus doeth my torment gro
In dedly dred.
Alas, who myght lyve so,
Alyve as deed
Alyve to lede
A dedly lyff in woo.
In dedly dred.
Alas, who myght lyve so,
Alyve as deed
Alyve to lede
A dedly lyff in woo.
| Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt | |