I shal thee shewen mater of to wryte.'
With that my hond in his he took anoon,
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Of which I comfort caughte, and wente in faste;
But lord! so I was glad and wel begoon!
For over-al, wher that I myn eyen caste,
Were treës clad with leves that ay shal laste,
Eche in his kinde, of colour fresh and grene
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As emeraude, that Ioye was to sene.