THE LOVER COMPARETH HIS HEART TO

THE OVERCHARGED GUN.


THE furious gun in his most raging ire,
  When that the bowl is rammed in too,
          sore,
And that the flame cannot part from the fire ;
Cracks in sunder, and in the air do roar
The shivered pieces.   So doth my desire,
Whose flame increaseth aye from more to more ;
    Which to let out, I dare not look, nor speak ;
    So inward force my heart doth all to break.



Source:
Yeowell, James, Ed. The Poetical Works of Sir Thomas Wyatt.
London: George Bell and Sons, 1904. 171.




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