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Poem by Thomas Wyatt


Whoso List to Hunt


Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind,
But as for me, helas! I may no more.
The vain travail hath wearied me so sore,
I am of them that furthest come behind.
Yet may I by no means, my wearied mind
Draw from the deer; but as she fleeth afore
Fainting I follow. I leave off therefore,
Since in a net I seek to hold the wind.
Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt,
As well as I, may spend his time in vain;
And graven in diamonds in letters plain
There is written, her fair neck round about,
'Noli me tangere, for Caesar's I am,
And wild to hold, though I seem tame.' 



Thomas Wyatt

Poem Theme: Love

Thomas Wyatt's other poems:
  1. Stand Whoso List
  2. Of the Mean and Sure Estate
  3. A Description of Such a One As He Would Love
  4. The Furious Gun
  5. My Lute Awake


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