Spring

Lenten ys come with love to toun{.e}, With blosmen and with bridd{.e}s roun{.e}, That al this bliss{.e} bryngeth; Dayes-ey{.e}s in this dal{.e}s; Not{.e}s suete of nyht{.e}gal{.e}s; Uch foul song singeth. The threstelcoc him threteth oo; Away is huer{.e} wynter woo, When woderov{.e} springeth. This foul{.e}s singeth ferly fel{.e}, And wlyteth on huere wynter wel{.e}, That al the wod{.e} ryngeth. The ros{.e} rayleth hir{.e} rode; The lev{.e}s on the lyht{.e} wod{.e} Waxen al with will{.e}. The mon{.e} mandeth hir{.e} bleo; The lili{.e} is lossom to seo, The fenyl and the fill{.e}. Wow{.e}s this wild{.e} drak{.e}s; Mil{.e}s murgeth huer{.e} mak{.e}s; Ase strem that striketh still{.e}, Mody meneth, so doth mo; Ichot ycham on of tho, For love that lik{.e}s ill{.e}. The mon{.e} mandeth hir{.e} lyht, So doth the semly sonn{.e} bryht, When bridd{.e}s singeth brem{.e}. Deaw{.e}s donketh the doun{.e}s; Deor{.e}s with huere dern{.e} roun{.e}s, Dom{.e}s fort{.e} dem{.e}; Worm{.e}s woweth under cloud{.e}; Wymmen waxeth wounder proud{.e}, So wel hit wol hem sem{.e}. Yef me shal wont{.e} wille of on, This wunn{.e} weole y wole forgon, Ant wyht in wode be flem{.e}.