Love

Helpe me to seke for I lost it ther

by Sir Thomas Wyatt 1503–1542

From The Poems of Sir Thomas Wiat (ed. A. K. Foxwell, 1913)

Love

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.

MLA

Wyatt, Thomas. “Helpe me to seke for I lost it ther.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wyatt/8/.

Chicago

Wyatt, Thomas. “Helpe me to seke for I lost it ther.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wyatt/8/.

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