Tagus farewell...

Thomas Wyatt

Tagus, fare well, that westward with thy stremis,
Turns up the grayns of gold already tryd :
With spurr and sayle for I go seke the Temis,
Gaynward the sonne that showth her welthi pryd :
And to the town which Brutus sowght by dremis.
Like bendyd mone doth lend her lusty syd :
My Kyng my Contry alone for whome I lyve :
Of myghty love the winges for this me gyve.

Tagus, farewell, that westward, with thy streams,
Turns up the grains of gold already tried,
With spur and sail for I go seek the Thames,
Gainward the sun that show'th her wealthy pride,
And to the town which Brutus sought by dreams,
Like bended moon doth lend her lusty side.
My King my Country, alone for whom I live,
Of mighty love the wings for this me give.