I find no peace, and all my war is done.
I fear and hope. I burn and freeze like ice.
I fly above the wind, yet can I not arise;
And nought I have, and all the world I season.
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This poem is by Sir Thomas Wyatt. The credits given are incorrect.
Due to war we are frightened and due to fear neither we get love nor do we feel peace. War gives us danger always. Flying above the wind you try to find peace but easily you do not get and this provokes thought. We too do not get peace in such condition. Sorrow and pain give us moment of crying. This poem is very brilliantly, emotionally and excellently penned...10