They flee from me that sometime did me seek <br />With naked foot, stalking in my chamber. <br />I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek, <br />That now are wild and do not remember <br />That sometime they put themself in danger <br />To take bread at my hand; and now they range, <br />Busily seeking with a continual change. <br /> <br />Thanked be fortune it hath been otherwise <br />Twenty times better; but once in special, <br />In thin array after a pleasant guise, <br />When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall, <br />And she me caught in her arms long and small; <br />Therewithall sweetly did me kiss <br />And softly said, 'dear heart, how like you this?' <br /> <br />It was no dream: I lay broad waking. <br />But all is turned thorough my gentleness <br />Into a strange fashion of forsaking; <br />And I have leave to go of her goodness, <br />And she also, to use newfangleness. <br />But since that I so kindly am served <br />I would fain know what she hath deserved.<br /><br />Sir Thomas Wyatt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/they-flee-from-me/
