In sunlight shining cleare on all;
Creatures be none, nor birds, but call
One to another their own refrain:
Ye time hath lefte his mantle fall
Of biting windes and cold and rain.
Fountaines and brooks moste musical
Their fayrest dress to wear be fain;
With silvern drops and golde, amain,
Each newlie decks hymself withall;
Ye time hath lefte his mantle fall.