Anne Boleyn. Artist Unknown.
Hever Castle, Kent.


THE

LOVER SHOWETH HOW HE IS FORSAKEN

OF SUCH AS HE SOMETIME

ENJOYED.


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.
    Thanked 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 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 ?


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Source:
Yeowell, James, Ed. The Poetical Works of Sir Thomas Wyatt.
London: George Bell and Sons, 1904. 32.




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