Your anker, which ye in our haven leyde,
[Highte] us, that ye wolde comen, out of doute,
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Or that the mone ones wente aboute.
But tymes foure the mone hath hid her face
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Sin thilke day ye wente fro this place,
And foure tymes light the world again.
But for al that, yif I shal soothly sain,
Yit hath the [streem of Sitho] nat y-broght