They Flee From Me - A poem by Thomas Wyatt

Author: Mel Brownlee /



Today I find that I am quite in the mood for poetry, so I would like to share this one with you by a famous Tudor poet called Thomas Wyatt. Have a guess who it is about...








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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 are now 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 did 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.








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