LENTEN ys come with love to toune, <br />With blosmen ant with briddes roune, <br /> That al this blisse bryngeth; <br />Dayes-eyes in this dales, <br />Notes suete of nyhtegales, <br /> Vch foul song singeth; <br />The threstlecoc him threteth oo, <br />Away is huere wynter wo, <br /> When woderove springeth; <br />This foules singeth ferly fele, <br />Ant wlyteth on huere winter wele, <br /> That al the wode ryngeth. <br /> <br />The rose rayleth hire rode, <br />The leves on the lyhte wode <br /> Waxen al with wille; <br />The mone mandeth hire bleo, <br />The lilie is lossom to seo, <br /> The fenyl ant the fille; <br />Wowes this wilde drakes, <br />Miles murgeth huere makes; <br /> Ase strem that striketh stille, <br />Mody meneth; so doth mo <br />(Ichot ycham on of tho) <br /> For loue that likes ille. <br /> <br />The mone mandeth hire lyht, <br />So doth the semly sonne bryht. <br /> When briddes singeth breme; <br />Deowes donketh the dounes, <br />Deores with huere derne rounes <br /> Domes forte deme; <br />Wormes woweth under cloude, <br />Wymmen waxeth wounder proude, <br /> So wel hit wol hem seme, <br />Yef me shal wonte wille of on, <br />This wunne weole y wole forgon <br /> Ant wyht in wode be fleme.<br /><br />Anonymous<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-tide-2/
