Here is another of Sir Thomas Wyatt’s beautiful, moving, and after five hundred years still meaningful and relevant sonnets… I was reminded of it, and the line ‘And ye salt tears, again my will each night‘, when I visited Dismaland and saw the wall art with the words ‘salt water fresh from crying‘. ‘Shright’, by the way means shrieked or wailed.
Because I have thee still kept from lies and blame
And to my power always have I thee honoured,
Unkind tongue, right ill hast thou me rendered
For such desert to do me wreak and shame.
In need of succour most when that I am
To ask reward, then standest thou like one afeard,
Alway most cold; and if thou speak toward,
It is as in dream, unperfect and lame.
And ye salt tears, again my will each night
That are with me when fain I would be alone,
Then are ye gone when I should make my moan.
And you so ready sighs to make me shright,
Then are ye slack when that ye should outstart,
And only my look declareth my heart.
Lois Elsden 