They Flee from Me

By Thomas Wyatt
Read by Martina Evans

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 themselves 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;
And therewithal 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 kindely am served,
I would fain know what she hath deserved.

Credits

This poem is in the public domain.