And wilt thou leave me thus?

And wilt thou leave me thus?
Ragged and broken and grubby with grime
Wishing these hands and thoughts not mine
Praying I right this self with time
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay, say nay.

And wilt thou leave me thus?
Gasping and breathless alone on the floor
Dizzy with despair like never before
If only my reflection no resemblance I bore
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay, say nay.

And wilt thou leave me thus?
Fighting doubt and cynicism to grasp
Beyond defeat to seek-hunt Your clasp?
You say You come to all those who ask
But wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay, say nay.

And wilt thou leave me thus?
On my wrongs turn your back and flee,
Leave me die of thirst with no last plea?
Only touch Your hem and I will be free
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay, say nay.

by Sir Thomas Wyatt