FROM 
THE ROMAUNT OF THE ROSE 
(chaucer) 
And whan I had a whyle goon, 
I saugh a Gardin right anoon, 
Ful long and brood, and everydel 
Enclos it was, and walled wel, 
With high walles embattailed . . . 
Square was the wall, and high somdel ; 
Enclosed, and y-barred wel, 
In stede of hegge, was that Gardin; 
Com never shepherde therin. . . . 
Tho gan I go a ful gret pas 
Envyroning even in compas 
The closing of the square wal, 
Til that I found a wiket smal 
So shet, that I ne mighte in goon, 
And other entree was ther noon . . . 
Upon this dore I gan to smyte. 
That was so fetys and so lyte; 
Til that the dore of thilke entree 
A mayden curteys opened me. 
And forth, without wordes mo, 
In at the wiket went I tho. . . . 
