text: 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, thorough 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.