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 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 from her shoulders did 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, through 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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