Sir Thomas Wyatt

Sonnet XV

 
 
 

Some fowls there be that have so perfect sight

a 
 

Again the sun their eyes for to defend;

b 
 

And some because the light doth them offend

b 
 

Do never 'pear but in the dark or night.

a 
 5

Other rejoice that see the fire bright

a 
 

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

b 
 

And find the contrary of it that they intend.

b 
 

Alas, of that sort I may be by right,

a 
 

For to withstand her look I am not able

c 
 10

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

d 
 

Remembrance so followeth me of that face.

d 
 

So that with teary eyen, swollen and unstable,

c 
 

My destiny to behold her doth me lead,

e 
 

Yet do I know I run into the gleed.

e 
 
 

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.