They Flee From Me BY SIR THOMAS WYATT flee from me that sometime did seek With naked foot stalking in my chamber. I have seen them gentle tame and meek That now are wild do not remember they put themself danger To take bread at hand range Busily seeking with a continual change. Thanked be fortune it hath been otherwise Twenty times better but once special In thin array after pleasant guise When her loose gown shoulders fall And she caught arms long small Therewithall sweetly kiss softly said “Dear heart how like you this?” It was no dream: lay broad waking. But all is turned thorough gentleness Into strange fashion of forsaking leave to go goodness also use newfangleness. since so kindly am served would fain know what deserved.