I find no peace, and all my war is done. <br />I fear and hope. I burn and freeze like ice. <br />I fly above the wind, yet can I not arise; <br />And nought I have, and all the world I season. <br />That loseth nor locketh holdeth me in prison <br />And holdeth me not--yet can I scape no wise-- <br />Nor letteth me live nor die at my device, <br />And yet of death it giveth me occasion. <br />Without eyen I see, and without tongue I plain. <br />I desire to perish, and yet I ask health. <br />I love another, and thus I hate myself. <br />I feed me in sorrow and laugh in all my pain; <br />Likewise displeaseth me both life and death, <br />And my delight is causer of this strife.<br /><br />Sir Thomas Wyatt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-find-no-peace/
