time of the singing of birds is come. 



I rose anon, and thoght I wolde goon 

 Into the wode, to here the briddes singe, 

 When that the mysty vapour was agoon, 

 And clere andfeyer was the morownyng. 



And in I went to here the briddes songe, 

 Which on the braunches, bo the in pleyn and vale, 

 So loude songe that al the wode ronge. 



