each stanza ending
From alle wymen mi loue is lent
Ant lyht on Alisoun.
This is the first sweet English love-song that has escaped the ruins of time. Everyone knows by heart
Sumer is icumen in;
and
Blow, northerne wynd,
Send thou me my suetyng,
reminds us of
O gentle wind that bloweth south
From where my love repaireth.
There were all the sounds and scents of spring in the hearts and songs of the poets:—
Lenten is come with love to toune,
With blosmen ant with briddes roune,
That all this blisse bryngeth.