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Myn yën to the heven I caste.
Tho was I war, lo! at the laste,
That faste by the sonne, as hyë
As [kenne] mighte I with myn yë,
Me thoughte I saw an egle sore,
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But that hit semed moche [more]
Then I had any egle seyn.
But this as sooth as deeth, certeyn,