I Find No Peace

I Find No Peace by Thomas Wyatt

I find no peace, and all my war is done,
I fear and hope, I burn and freeze like ice.
I fly above the wind, yet can I not arise,
And naught I have, and all the world I seize on.
That looseth nor locketh holdeth me in prison,
And holdeth me not, yet can I 'scape nowise;
Nor letteth me live nor die at my device,
And yet of death it giveth me occasion.
Without eyen I see, and without tongue I plain;
I desire to perish, and yet I ask health;
I love another, and thus I hate myself;
I feed me in sorrow, and laugh in all my pain.
Likewise displeaseth me both death and life,
And my delight is causer of this strife.

This work published before January 1, 1923 is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.