Til at the laste I found a litel wey
Toward a park, enclosed with a wal
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In compas rounde, and by a gate smal
Who-so that wolde frely mighte goon
Into this park, walled with grene stoon.
And in I wente, to here the briddes song,
Whiche on the braunches, bothe in playn and vale,
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So loude songe, that al the wode rong