WYNTER wakeneth al my care, <br />Nou this leves waxeth bare; <br />Ofte I sike ant mourne sare <br /> When hit cometh in my thoht <br /> Of this worldes joie, hou hit goth al to noht. <br /> <br />Nou hit is, and nou hit nys, <br />Al so hit ner nere, ywys; <br />That moni mon seith, soth hit ys: <br /> Al goth bote Godes wille: <br /> Alle we shule deye, thah us like ylle. <br /> <br />Al that gren me graueth grene, <br />Nou hit faleweth albydene: <br />Jesu, help that hit be sene <br /> Ant shild us from helle! <br /> For y not whider y shal, ne hou longe her duelle.<br /><br />Anonymous<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-world-s-joy/
