Bytuene Mershe and Averil <br />When spray biginneth to springe, <br />The lutel foul hath hire wyl <br />On hyre lud to synge: <br />Ich libbe in love-longinge <br />For semlokest of alle thynge, <br />He may me blisse bringe, <br />Ich am in hire baundoun. <br />An hendy hap ichabbe y-hent, <br />Ichot from hevene it is me sent, <br />From alle wymmen my love is lent <br />And lyht on Alysoun. <br /> <br />On heu hire her is fayr ynoh, <br />Hire browe broune, hire eye blake; <br />With lossum chere he on me loh; <br />With middel smal and wel y-make; <br />Bote he me wolle to hire take <br />For to buen hire owen make, <br />Long to lyven ichulle forsake <br />And feye fallen adoun. <br />An hendy hap ichabbe y-hent, <br />Ichot from hevene it is me sent, <br />From alle wymmen my love is lent <br />And lyht on Alysoun. <br /> <br />Nihtes when I wende and wake, <br />For-thi myn wonges waxeth won, <br />Levedi, al for thine sake <br />Longinge is y-lent me on. <br />In world nis non so wyter mon <br />That al hire bounte telle con; <br />Hire swyre is whittore than the swon, <br />And feyrest may in toune. <br />An hendy hap ichabbe y-hent, <br />Ichot from hevene it is me sent, <br />From alle wymmen my love is lent <br />And lyht on Alysoun. <br /> <br />Ich am for wowyng al for-wake, <br />Wery so water in wore; <br />lest eny reve me my make <br />Ichabbe y-yerned yore. <br />betere is tholien whyle sore <br />Then mournen evermore. <br />Geynest under gore, <br />Herkne to my roun. <br />An hendy hap ichabbe y-hent, <br />Ichot from hevene it is me sent, <br />From alle wymmen my love is lent <br />And lyht on Alysoun.<br /><br />Anonymous Olde English<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alison-7/
