'I abide and abide' – this is a beautifully slow poem. There are very long, drawn-out vowel sounds, and so the whole poem actually forces you to wait in the way that Wyatt himself is waiting.
About the poet
Thomas Wyatt was born in 1504. His father was a Lancastrian, imprisoned and tortured near the...
I abide and abide and better abide
I abide and abide and better abide,
And after the old proverb, the happy day;
And ever my lady to me doth say,
"Let me alone and I will provide."
I abide and abide and tarry the tide,
And with abiding speed well ye may.
Thus do I abide I wot alway,
Nother obtaining nor yet denied.
Ay me! this long abiding
Seemeth to me, as who sayeth,
A prolonging of a dying death,
Or a refusing of a desir'd thing.
Much were it better for to be plain
Than to say "abide" and yet shall not obtain.
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