21 October 2009 | Vol. 9, No. 3
Lucks, My Fair Falcon
Lucks, my fair falcon, and your fellows all,
How well pleasant it were your liberty!
Ye not forsake me that fair might ye befall.
But they that sometime liked my company:
Like lice away from dead bodies they crawl.
Lo what a proof in light adversity!
But ye my birds, I swear by all your bells,
Ye be my friends, and so be but few else.
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About the author:
1503-1542. Sir Thomas Wyatt was a 16th-century English poet and Ambassador for Henry VIII.
For further reading:
See the complete list of work by Sir Thomas Wyatt at 42opus. Browse the contents of 42opus Vol. 9, No. 3, where "Lucks, My Fair Falcon" ran on October 21, 2009. List other work with these same labels: poetry, classic.
