Treasure Island

Anonymous


Alison


BYTUENE Mershe ant Averil
   When spray biginneth to spring,
The lutel foul hath hire wyl
   On hyre lud to synge:
Ich libbe in love-longinge
For semlokest of alle thynge,
He may me blisse bringe,
   Icham in hire bandoun.
An hendy hap ichabbe y-hent,
Ichot from hevene it is me sent,
From alle wymmen my love is lent
   Ant lyht on Alisoun.

On heu hire her is fayr ynoh,
   Hire browe broune, hire eye blake;
With lossum chere he on me loh;
   With middel smal ant wel y-make;
Bote he me wolle to hire take
For to buen hire owen make,
Long to lyven ichulle forsake
   Ant feye fallen adoun.
An hendy hap, etc.

Nihtes when I wende and wake,
   For-thi myn wonges waxeth won;
Levedi, al for thine sake
   Longinge is y-lent me on.
In world his non so wyter mon
That al hire bounte telle con;
Hire swyre is whittore than the swon,
   Ant feyrest may in toune.
An hendy hap, etc.

Icham for wowyng al for-wake,
   Wery so water in wore;
Lest eny reve me my make
   Ichabbe y-yerned yore.
   Betere is tholien whyle sore
   Then mournen evermore.
   Geynest under gore,
   Herkne to my roun--
An hendy hap, etc.

Submitted: Saturday, January 04, 2003

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