They Flee from Me That Sometime Did Me Seek. By Wyatt, Sir Thomas. 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 have put themselves in danger To take bread at my hand; and now they range, Busily seeking with a continual change. Thanked be to 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 fall, And she me caught in her arms long and small, Therewith all 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 new-fangledness. But since that I unkindly so am served, I would fain know what hath she now deserved.