| Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503–42). The Poetical Works. 1880. | | | | Odes | | The Lover complaineth that his Love doth not pity him |
| | | RESOUND my voice, ye woods, that hear me plain: | |
| Both hills and vales causing reflexion; | |
| And rivers eke, record ye of my pain, | |
| Which have oft forced ye by compassion, | |
| As judges, lo, to hear my exclamation: | 5 |
| Among whom ruth, I find, yet doth remain; | |
| Where I it seek, alas, there is disdain. | |
| Oft, ye rivers, to hear my woful sound | |
| Have stopt your course: and plainly to express | |
| Many a tear by moisture of the ground, | 10 |
| The earth hath wept to hear my heaviness: | |
| Which causeless I endure without redress. | |
| The hugy oaks have roared in the wind: | |
| Each thing, methought, complaining in their kind | |
| Why then, alas, doth not she on me rue? | 15 |
| Or is her heart so hard that no pity | |
| May in it sink, my joy for to renew? | |
| O stony heart, who hath thus framed thee | |
| So cruel; that art cloaked with beauty; | |
| That from thee may no grace to me proceed, | 20 |
| But as reward, death for to be my meed? | | | | |
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