The Lover That Fled Love Now Follows It With His Harm

by Sir Thomas Wyatt

SOMETIME I fled the fire, that me so
          brent,
  By sea, by land, by water, and by wind ;
And now the coals I follow that be quent,
From Dover to Calais, with willing mind.
Lo! how desire is both forth sprung, and spent!
And he may see, that whilom was so blind,
    And all his labour laughs he now to scorn,
    Meashed in the briers, that erst was only torn.