Love
Helpe me to seke for I lost it ther
From The Poems of Sir Thomas Wiat (ed. A. K. Foxwell, 1913)
Helpe me to seke for I lost it ther,
And if that ye have founde it ye that be here,
And seke to convaye it secretely,
Handell it softe, and trete it tenderly :
Or els it will plain and then appere;
But rather restore it mannerly,
Syns that I do aske it thus honestly ;
For to lese it, it sitteth me to neere ;
Helpe me to seke.
Alas and is there no remedy?
But have I thus lost it wilfully ?
I wis it was a thing all to dere
To be bestowed, and wist not where :
It was myn hert, I pray you hertely
Helpe me to seke.
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MLA
Wyatt, Thomas. “Helpe me to seke for I lost it ther.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wyatt/8/.
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Wyatt, Thomas. “Helpe me to seke for I lost it ther.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wyatt/8/.
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