| Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503–42). The Poetical Works. 1880. | | | | Songs and Sonnets | | The wavering Lover willeth, and dreadeth, to move his Desire |
| | | SUCH vain thought as wonted to mislead me | |
| In desert hope, by well assured moan, | |
| Makes me from company to live alone, | |
| In following her whom reason bids me flee. | |
| And after her my heart would fain be gone, | 5 |
| But armed sighs my way do stop anon, | |
| ’Twixt hope and dread locking my liberty; | |
| So fleeth she by gentle cruelty. | |
| Yet as I guess, under disdainful brow | |
| One beam of ruth is in her cloudy look: | 10 |
| Which comforts the mind, that erst for fear shook; | |
| That bolded the way straight; then seek I how | |
| To utter forth the smart I bide within; | |
| But such it is, I not how to begin. | | | | |
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