WILD FLOWERS. 
63 
Farewell my booke, and my devocion: 
Now have I than eke this condieion, 
That of all the floures in the mede 
Titan love I most these floures white and rede, 
Such that were callen Daisies in our town, 
So hence I have so great affection, 
As I sayd erst, when comen is the Maie, 
That in my bedde there daweth me no daie. 
That I am up and walking in the mede 
To see this floure agenst the sunne sprede; 
"When it up riseth early by the morrow, 
That blissful sight softeneth all my sorrow, 
So glad am I, when that I have presence 
Of it to done it alle reverence, 
As she that is of all floures the floure, 
Fulfilled of all vertue and honoure, 
And ever ylike faire, and fresh of he we, 
And ever I love it, and ever ylike newe, 
And shall, till that mine herte die, 
Alle sweare I not, of this I wool not die. 
