THEY flee from me that sometime did me seek, <br /> With naked foot stalking within my chamber: <br />Once have I seen them gentle, tame, and meek, <br /> That now are wild, and do not once remember <br /> That sometime they have put themselves in danger <br />To take bread at my hand; and now they range, <br />Busily seeking in continual change. <br /> <br />Thanked be fortune, it hath been otherwise <br /> Twenty times better; but once especial-- <br />In thin array: after a pleasant guise, <br /> When her loose gown did from her shoulders fall, <br /> And she me caught in her arms long and small, <br />And therewithal so sweetly did me kiss, <br />And softly said, 'Dear heart, how like you this?' <br /> <br />It was no dream; for I lay broad awaking: <br /> But all is turn'd now, through my gentleness, <br />Into a bitter fashion of forsaking; <br /> And I have leave to go of her goodness; <br /> And she also to use new-fangleness. <br />But since that I unkindly so am served, <br />'How like you this?'--what hath she now deserved?<br /><br />Sir Thomas Wyatt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vixi-puellis-nuper-idoneus/
