*Til at the laste a larke song above:
*'I see,' quod she, 'the mighty god of love!
*Lo! yond he cometh, I see his winges sprede!'
From A. 106.
To seen that flour, as ye han herd devyse,
(B. 212)
Tho gan I loken endelong the mede,
145
And saw him come, and in his hond a quene,
Clothed in ryal abite al of grene.