The long love that in my thought doth harbour <br />And in mine hert doth keep his residence, <br />Into my face presseth with bold pretence <br />And therein campeth, spreading his banner. <br />She that me learneth to love and suffer <br />And will that my trust and lustës negligence <br />Be rayned by reason, shame, and reverence, <br />With his hardiness taketh displeasure. <br />Wherewithall unto the hert's forest he fleeth, <br />Leaving his enterprise with pain and cry, <br />And there him hideth and not appeareth. <br />What may I do when my master feareth <br />But in the field with him to live and die? <br />For good is the life ending faithfully.<br /><br />Sir Thomas Wyatt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-long-love-that-in-my-thought-doth-harbour/
