Sometyme, as it semyth, when the mone light
By meanys of a grosely endarkyd clowde
Sodenly is eclipsid in the wynter night,
In lyke maner of wyse a myst did vs shrowde;
But wele may ye thynk I was no thyng prowde
Of that auenturis, whiche made me sore agast.
In derkenes thus dwelt we, tyll at the last 650
The clowdis gan[1630] to clere, the myst was rarifiid:
In an herber[1631] I saw, brought where I was,
There birdis on the brere sange on euery syde;