Spring

Lenten ys come with love to toun{.e},
    With blosmen and with bridd{.e}s roun{.e},
      That al this bliss{.e} bryngeth;
    Dayes-ey{.e}s in this dal{.e}s;
    Not{.e}s suete of nyht{.e}gal{.e}s;
      Uch foul song singeth.
    The threstelcoc him threteth oo;
    Away is huer{.e} wynter woo,
      When woderov{.e} springeth.
  This foul{.e}s singeth ferly fel{.e},
  And wlyteth on huere wynter wel{.e},
    That al the wod{.e} ryngeth.

    The ros{.e} rayleth hir{.e} rode;
  The lev{.e}s on the lyht{.e} wod{.e}
    Waxen al with will{.e}.
  The mon{.e} mandeth hir{.e} bleo;
  The lili{.e} is lossom to seo,
    The fenyl and the fill{.e}.
  Wow{.e}s this wild{.e} drak{.e}s;
  Mil{.e}s murgeth huer{.e} mak{.e}s;
    Ase strem that striketh still{.e},
  Mody meneth, so doth mo;
  Ichot ycham on of tho,
    For love that lik{.e}s ill{.e}.

    The mon{.e} mandeth hir{.e} lyht,
  So doth the semly sonn{.e} bryht,
    When bridd{.e}s singeth brem{.e}.
  Deaw{.e}s donketh the doun{.e}s;
  Deor{.e}s with huere dern{.e} roun{.e}s,
    Dom{.e}s fort{.e} dem{.e};
  Worm{.e}s woweth under cloud{.e};
  Wymmen waxeth wounder proud{.e},
    So wel hit wol hem sem{.e}.
  Yef me shal wont{.e} wille of on,
  This wunn{.e} weole y wole forgon,
    Ant wyht in wode be flem{.e}.