26 October 2009 | Vol. 9, No. 3
They Flee From Me
They flee from me that sometime did me seek
With naked foot, stalking in my chamber.
I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek,
That now are wild and do not remember
That sometime they put themself in danger
To take bread at my hand; and now they range,
Busily seeking with a continual change.
Thanked be fortune it hath been otherwise
Twenty times better; but once in special,
In thin array after a pleasant guise,
When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall,
And she me caught in her arms long and small;
Therewithall sweetly did me kiss
And softly said, "Dear heart, how like you this?"
It was no dream: I lay broad waking.
But all is turned thorough my gentleness
Into a strange fashion of forsaking;
And I have leave to go of her goodness,
And she also, to use newfangleness.
But since that I so kindly am served
I would fain know what she hath deserved.
About the author:
1503-1542. Sir Thomas Wyatt was a 16th-century English poet and Ambassador for Henry VIII.
For further reading:
See the complete list of work by Sir Thomas Wyatt at 42opus. Browse the contents of 42opus Vol. 9, No. 3, where "They Flee From Me" ran on October 26, 2009. List other work with these same labels: poetry, classic.