The wondres, me mette in my sweven.
But forth they romed wonder faste
Doun the wode; so at the laste
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I was war of a man in blak,
That sat and had y-turned his bak
To an oke, an huge tree.
Lord,' thoghte I, 'who may that be?
What ayleth him to sitten here?'
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