Alysoun
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Bytwene Mersh and Averil,
When spray biginneth to springe,
The lutel foul hath hire wyl
On hire lud to singe.
Ich libbe in love-longinge
For semlokest of alle thinge.
Heo may me blisse bringe:
Ich am in hire baundoun.
An hendy hap ich habbe i-hent,
Ich'ot from hevene it is me sent!
From alle wimmen my love is lent
And light on Alysoun . . .
Nightes when i wende and wake,
Nyn wonges waxeth won;
O levedi, al for thine sake
Longinge is i-lent me on.
In world nis non so wyter mon,
That al hire bounte telle con;
Hire swire is whittore then the swon,
And feyrest may in toun.
An hendy hap . . .
Ich am for wowing al forwake,
Wery so water in wore,
Lest any reve me my make
Ich habbe i-yirned yore.
Betere is tholien whyle sore
Then mournen evermore.
Geynest under gore,
Herkne to my roun.
An hendy hap . . .
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