Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LOVER SHOWETH HE IS FORSAKEN ... (VARIANT VERSION), by THOMAS WYATT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: They flee from me, that sometime did me seek Last Line: How like you this, what hath she now deserved? Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas | ||||||||
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. Thankéd 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 therewithal so 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? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |
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