Unstable dream, according to the place, <br />Be steadfast once, or else at least be true. <br />By tasted sweetness make me not to rue <br />The sudden loss of thy false feignèd grace. <br />By good respect in such a dangerous case <br />Thou broughtest not her into this tossing mew <br />But madest my sprite live, my care to renew, <br />My body in tempest her succour to embrace. <br />The body dead, the sprite had his desire, <br />Painless was th'one, th'other in delight. <br />Why then, alas, did it not keep it right, <br />Returning, to leap into the fire? <br /> And where it was at wish, it could not remain, <br /> Such mocks of dreams they turn to deadly pain.<br /><br />Sir Thomas Wyatt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unstable-dream/
