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 themself in danger
To take bread at my hand; and now they range,
Busily seeking with a continual change.

Thomas Wyatt

Mots clés poetry lost-love

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These bloody days have broken my heart.

Thomas Wyatt

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