And held my way doun by a broke-syde,
Til I com to a launde of whyte and grene;
So fair oon had I never in[ne] been;
The ground was grene, y-poudred with daisye,
The floures and the gras y-lyke hye,
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Al grene and whyte; was nothing elles sene.
Ther sat I doun among the faire floures;
And saw the briddes trippe out of her boures