Wynter wakeneth al my care, <br />Nou thise leves waxeth bare; <br />Ofte I sike and mourne sare <br />When hit cometh in my thoht <br />Of this worldes joie, hou hit geth 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 graveth grene, <br />Nou hit faleweth al bydene: <br />Jehsu, help that hit be sene <br />And shild us from helle! <br />For y not whider y shal, ne hou longe her duelle.<br /><br />Anonymous Olde English<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-world-s-joy-2/
