But yit this clifte was so narwe and lyte,
It as nat [sene], [dere y-nogh a myte].
[But what is that, that love can nat espye]?
Ye lovers two, if that I shal nat lye,
Ye founden first this litel narwe clifte;
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[And, with a soun as softe as any shrifte],
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They lete hir wordes through the clifte pace,
And tolden, whyl that they stode in the place,