Thomas Wyatt (Томас Уайетт)

Remembrance

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.

1. What Needeth these Threnning Words and Wasted Wind
2. Mine Own John Poynz
3. The Furious Gun
4. Madame, Withouten Many Words
5. Lucks, My Fair Falcon

Walter De la Mare (Уолтер Де ла Мар) Remembrance ("The sky was like a waterdrop")

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