Forget Not Yet
Forget not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant; My great travail so gladly spent, Forget not yet. Forget not yet when first began The weary life ye know, since whan The suit, the service, none tell can; Forget not yet. Forget not yet the great assays, The cruel wrong, the scornful ways; The painful patience in denays, Forget not yet. Forget not yet, forget not this, How long ago hath been and is The mind that never meant amiss; Forget not yet. Forget not then thine own approved, The which so long hath thee so loved, Whose steadfast faith yet never moved; Forget not this.
Thomas Wyatt’s other poems:
- Stand Whoso List
- Of the Mean and Sure Estate
- Lucks, My Fair Falcon
- Since so Ye Please
- My Galley, Charged With Forgetfulness
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