To angels, that be feathered bright.
These folke, of which I tell you so,
Upon a karole wenten tho,[1]
A Ladie karoled them, that hight[2]
Gladnesse, blissful and light.
She could make in song such refraining
It sate her wonder well to sing,
Her voice full clear was, and full sweet,
She was not rude, nor unmeet,
But couth[3] enough for such doing,