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When that Phebus his chaire of gold so hy	A
Had whirled up the sterry sky aloft	B
And in the Bole was entred certainly	C
Whan shoures swete of rain discended soft	D
Causing the ground fel tymes and oft	B
Up for to give many an hoolsom air	E
And every plain was eek y clothed fair	E
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With newe grene and maketh smal floures	F
To springen here and there in feld and mede	B
So very good and hoolsom be the shoures	F
That it reneweth that was old and deede	B
In winter tyme and out of every seede	B
Springeth the herb so that every wight	B
Of this sesoun wexeth ful glad and light	B
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And I s glad of the seson swete	B
Was happed thus upon a certain night	B
As I lay in my bed sleep ful unmete	B
Was unto me but why that I ne might	B
Rest I ne wist for there nas erthly wight	B
As I suppose had more hert s ese	F
Than I for I n'ad siknesse nor disese	F
	-
Wherfore I mervail gretly of my selve	G
That I so long withouten sleep lay	H
And up I roos three houres after twelve	G
About the very springing of the day	H
And on I put my gere and myn array	H
And to a plesaunt grov I gan passe	H
Long or the bright sonne uprisen was	F
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In which were ok s grete streight as a lyne	I
Under the which the gras so fresh of hew	J
Was newly spronge and an eight foot or nyne	I
Every tree wel fro his felawe grew	J
With braunches brode laden with leves new	J
That sprongen out ayein the sonn shene	J
Som very rede and som a glad light grene	J
	-
Which as me thought was right a plesaunt sight	B
And eek the briddes song s for to here	K
Would have rejoised any erthly wight	B
And I that couth not yet in no manere	K
Here the nightingale of al the yere	K
Ful busily herkned with herte and ere	K
If I her voice perceive coud any where	K
	-
And at the last a path of litel brede	B
I found that gretly had not used be	C
For it forgrowen was with gras and weede	B
That wel unneth a wight ther might it see	C
Thought I this path som whider goth pard	B
And so I folow d til it me brought	B
To right a plesaunt herber wel y wrought	B
	-
That benched was and al with turves new	J
Freshly turved wherof the gren gras	F
So small so thik so short so fresh of hew	J
That most lyk to grene wol wot I it was	F
The hegge also that yede as in compas	F
And closed in al the grene herbere	K
With sicamour was set and eglantere	K
	-
Writhen in fere so wel and cunningly	H
That every braunch and leef grew by mesure	K
Plain as a bord of on height by and by	A
That I sy never thing I you ensure	K
So wel y don for he that took the cure	K
It for to make I trow did al his peyn	J
To make it passe al tho that men have seyn	J
	-
And shapen was this herber roof and al	H
As is a prety parlour and also	F
The hegge as thik as is a castle wal	H
That who that list without to stond or go	F
Though he wold al day pryen to and fro	F
He shuld not see if there were any wight	B
Within or no but oon within wel might	B
	-
Perceive al tho that yeden there without	B
In the feld that was on every syde	B
Covered with corn and gras that out of dout	B
Though oon wold seeken al the world wyde	B
So rich a feld ne coud not be espyed	B
Up on no cost as of the quantitee	B
For of al good thing ther was greet plentee	B
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And I that al this plesaunt sight than sy	A
Thought sodainly I felt so sweet an air	K
Come of the eglantere that certainly	H
Ther is no hert I deme in such despair	K
Ne with no thought s froward and contrair	K
So overlaid but it shuld soone have bote	B
If it had on s felt this savour sote	B
	-
And as I stood and cast asyde myn y	-
I was ware of the fairest medle tree	K
That ever yet in al my lyf I sy	-
As full of blossom s as it might be	K
Therin a goldfinch leping pretily	H
Fro bough to bough and as him list he eet	B
Here and there of buddes and floures sweet	B
	-
And to the herber syd was joining	L
This fair tree of which I have you told	B
And at the last the brid began to sing	L
Whan he had eten what he et wold	B
So passing sweetly that by manifold	B
It was more plesaunt than I coud devyse	-
And whan his song was ended in this wyse	-
	-
The nightingale with so mery a note	B
Answ red him that al the wod rong	M
So sodainly that as it were a sot	B
I stood astonied so was I with the song	M
Through ravish d that un til late and long	M
Ne wist I in what place I was ne where	K
And ay me thought she song even by myn ere	K
	-
Wherfore about I waited busily	H
On every syde if I her might see	H
And at the last I gan ful wel aspy	N
Wher she sat in a fresh green laurer tree	H
On the further syde even right by me	H
That gave so passing a delicious smel	H
According to the eglantere ful wel	H
	-
Wherof I had so inly greet plesyr	H
That as me thought I surely ravished was	-
Into Paradyse where my desyr	H
Was for to be and no ferther to passe	-
As for that day and on the sot gras	-
I sat me doun for as for myn entent	B
The bird s song was more convenient	B
	-
And more plesaunt to me by many fold	B
Than mete or drink or any other thing	L
Thereto the herber was so fresh and cold	B
The hoolsom savours eek so comforting	L
That as I demed sith the beginning	L
Of the world was never seen or than	J
So plesaunt a ground of non erthly man	J
	-
And as I sat the bridd s herkning thus	-
Me thought that I herd voices sodainly	H
The most sweetest and most delicious	-
That ever any wight I trow trewly	H
Herde in his lyf for that the armony	J
And sweet accord was in so good musyk	L
Th t the voice to angels most was lyk	L
	-
At the last out of a grove even by	-
That was right goodly and plesaunt to sight	B
I sy where there cam singing lustily	H
A world of ladies but to tell aright	B
Their greet beaut it lyth not in my might	B
Ne their array nevertheless I shal	H
Tell you a part though I speke not of al	H
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In surcotes whyte of veluet wel sitting	L
They were y clad and the semes echoon	J
As it were a maner garnishing	L
Was set with emeraud s oon and oon	J
By and by but many a rich stoon	J
Was set up on the purfils out of dout	B
Of colors sleves and train s round about	B
	-
As gret e perl s round and orient	B
Diamond s fyne and rubies rede	B
And many another stoon of which I want	B
The nam s now and everich on her hede	B
A rich fret of gold which without drede	B
Was ful of statly rich ston s set	B
And every lady had a chap let	B
	-
On her hede of leves fresh and grene	J
So wel y wrought and so merv ilously	H
Th t it was a noble sight to sene	J
Some of laurer and some ful plesauntly	H
Had chap lets of woodbind and sadly	H
Some of agnus castus ware also	-
Ch p lets fresh but there were many tho	-
	-
That daunced and eek song ful soberly	H
But al they yede in maner of compas	-
But oon ther yede in mid the company	H
Sole by her self but al folowed the pace	-
Which that she kept whos hevenly figured face	-
So plesaunt was and her wel shape pers n	J
That of beaut she past hem everichon	J
	-
And more richly beseen by manifold	B
She was also in every maner thing	L
On her heed ful plesaunt to behold	B
A crowne of gold rich for any king	L
A braunch of agnus castus eek bering	L
In her hand and to my sight trewly	H
She lady was of al the company	J
	-
And she began a roundel lustily	H
That Sus le foyl de vert moy men call	H
Seen et mon joly cuer endormi	H
And than the company answ red all	H
With voice s swete entuned and so small	H
That me thought it the sweetest melody	J
That ever I herd in my lyf soothly	H
	-
And thus they came n dauncing and singing	L
Into the middes of the mede echone	J
Before the herber where I was sitting	L
And god wot me thought I was wel bigon	J
For than I might avyse hem on by on	J
Who fairest was who coud best dance or sing	L
Or who most womanly was in al thing	L
	-
They had not daunced but a litel throw	-
When that I herd not fer of sodainly	H
So greet a noise of thundring trump s blow	H
As though it shuld have d parted the sky	L
And after that within a whyle I sy	L
From the same grove where	H