Today's Poem is...

Sir Thomas Wyatt's "The Pillar Perished" (aka "Sonnet 29")


The pillar perished is whereto I leant,
The strongest stay of mine unquiet mind;
The like of it no man again can find,
From East to West, still seeking though he went.
To mine unhap! for hap away hath rent
Of all my joy, the very bark and rind;
And I (alas) by chance am thus assigned
Dearly to mourn till death do it relent.
But since that thus it is by destiny,
What can I more but have a woeful heart,
My pen in plaint, my voice in woeful cry,
My mind in woe, my body full of smart.
And I my self, my self always to hate
Till dreadfull death do ease my doleful state.