I abide and abide and better abide, <br />And after the old proverb, the happy day; <br />And ever my lady to me doth say, <br />'Let me alone and I will provide.' <br />I abide and abide and tarry the tide, <br />And with abiding speed well ye may. <br />Thus do I abide I wot alway, <br />Nother obtaining nor yet denied. <br />Ay me! this long abiding <br />Seemeth to me, as who sayeth, <br />A prolonging of a dying death, <br />Or a refusing of a desir'd thing. <br />Much were it better for to be plain <br />Than to say 'abide' and yet shall not obtain.<br /><br />Sir Thomas Wyatt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-abide-and-abide-and-better-abide/
