DAISY. 141 



With dreadfull herte, and glad devocloff 

 For to been at the resurrection 

 Of this floure, whan that it should unclose. 

 Again the sunne, that rose as redde as rose, 

 That in the brest was of the beast that day 



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That Angenores daughter ladde away. 



And doune on knees anon right I me sette, 



And as I coulde, this fresh floure I grette, 



Kneeling alway till it inclosed was, 



Upon the small soft swete grass, 



That was with floures swete enibrouded ali, 



Of such sweteness, and odour over all, 



That for to speak of gomme, herbe, or tree, 



Comparison may not imaked be, 



For it surmountcth plainly all odoures, 



And of riche beaute of floures. 



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 And Zephyrus and Flora gentelly 

 Yave to the floures soft and tenderly, 

 Hir swete breth, and made hem for to sprede, 

 As god and goddesse of the flourie mede, 

 In which me thought I might day by daie, 

 Dwellen alway the joly month of Maie, 

 Withouten slepe, withouten meat, or drinke : 

 Adowne full softly I gan to sinke, 

 And leaning on my elbow and my side, 

 The long day I shope me for to abide, 

 For nothing els, and I shall not lie, 

 But for to look upon the daisie, 

 That well by reason men it call may 

 The daisie, or els the eye of the day, 

 The emprise, and floure of floures all ; 

 I pray to God, that faire mote she fall, 

 And all that loven floures for her sake : 



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And from a ferre come walking in the mede, 

 The god of love, and in his hand a queene, 

 And she was clad in royal habit greene, 

 A fret of golde she had next her heere, 

 And upon that a white croune she bare, 

 With florouns small, and I shall not lie, 

 For all the world right as a daisie 

 Icrouned is, with white leaves lite, 

 So were the florounes of her croune white, 



