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WYATT BEING IN PRISON, TO BRIAN by THOMAS WYATT

Poet Analysis

First Line: SIGHS ARE MY FOOD, DRINK ARE MY TEARS
Last Line: BUT YET, ALAS, THE SCAR SHALL STILL REMAIN.
Subject(s): BRYAN, SIR FRANCIS (D. 1550); PRISONS & PRISONERS; CONVICTS;
Sighs are my food, drink are my tears;
Clinking of fetters such music would crave;
Stink and close air away my life wears;
Innocency is all the hope I have.
Rain, wind or weather I judge by mine ears.
Malice assaulted that righteousness should have.
Sure I am, Brian, this wound shall heal again,
But yet, alas, the scar shall still remain.






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