And shed the misty cloudis fra the sky.
The froist freisit, the blastis bitterly
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Fra pole Artyk come quhisling loud and shill,
And causit me remuf aganis my will.
For I traistit that Venus, luifis quene,
To quhom sum-tyme I hecht obedience,
My faidit hart of luf sho wald mak grene;
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And therupon, with humbil reverence,