Hyer stant ther noon in Spaine.
But up I clomb with alle paine,
And though to climbe hit greved me,
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Yit I ententif was to see,
And for to pouren wonder lowe,
If I coude any weyes knowe
What maner stoon this roche was;
For hit was lyk a thing of glas,
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