Sir Thomas Wyatt's "The flee from me..."
|THE LOVER SHOWETH HOW HE IS
FORSAKEN OF SUCH AS HE SOMETIME
They flee from me, that sometime did me seek,
With naked foot stalking within my chamber:
Once have I seen them gentle, tame, and meek,
That now are wild, and do not once remember,
That sometime they have put themselves in danger
To take bread at my hand; and now they range
Busily seeking in continual change.
Thanked be Fortune, it hath been otherwise
Twenty times better; but once especial,
In thin array, after a pleasant guise,
When her loose gown did from her shoulders fall,
And she me caught in her arms long and small,
And therewithall sweetly did me kiss,
And softly said, “Dear heart, how like you this?”
It was no dream; for I lay broad awaking:
But all is turn’d now through my gentleness,
Into a bitter fashion of forsaking;
And I have leave to go of her goodness;
And she also to use new fangleness.
But since that I unkindly so am served:
How like you this, what hath she now deserved?
London: printed by Richard Tottel, 1557
They fle from me that sometyme
did me seke
Egerton MS 2271 (Wyatt autograph?)