Sir Thomas Wyatt

Sonnet XV

 
 
 

Some fowls there be that have so perfect sight

 

Again the sun their eyes for to defend;

 

And some because the light doth them offend

 

Do never 'pear but in the dark or night.

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Other rejoice that see the fire bright

 

And ween to play in it, as they do pretend,

 

And find the contrary of it that they intend.

 

Alas, of that sort I may be by right,

 

For to withstand her look I am not able

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And yet can I not hide me in no dark place,

 

Remembrance so followeth me of that face.

 

So that with teary eyen, swollen and unstable,

 

My destiny to behold her doth me lead,

 

Yet do I know I run into the gleed.

 
 

Clipped from http://sonnets.org/wyatt.htm#007.

Remarks:

This from Wyatt shows his characteristic combination of pure sentiment with a sometimes odd meter, somehow very personal, due perhaps to a reader's uncertainty as to whether this is merely archaic and ungainly, or whether on the contrary, his is a deft wit that knows meter better than we do. Interestingly, although the form (ungainly meter aside) is quite strict — close to Petrarchan — the major rhetorical break occurs after line 7, not line 8 (or maybe it's after line 9), and the final “couplet” is a tercet. This gives the poem a sense of shifting moodiness that accords with its theme. In the final line, a “gleed” is a glowing coal.