*That shal I seyn, whan that I see my tyme;

*I may not al at ones speke in ryme.

*My [besy gost], that [thrusteth] alwey newe

*To seen this flour so yong, so fresh of hewe,

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*Constreyned me with so [gledy] desyr,

*That in my herte I fele yit the fyr,

*That made me to ryse er hit wer day—

And this was now [the firste morwe of May]

*With [dredful] herte and glad devocioun,