Wher-through thou art so dismayd.
'After, a thought shal take thee so,
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That thy love is to fer thee fro:
Thou shalt say, "God, what may this be,
That I ne may my lady see?
Myne herte aloon is to her go,
And I abyde al sole in wo,
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Departed fro myn owne thought,