Al sodainly [be]gan to take her flight;
And to the lady of the Leef forthright
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She flew, and set her on her hond softly,
Which was a thing I marveled of gretly.
The goldfinch eek, that fro the medle-tree
Was fled, for hete, into the bushes cold,
Unto the lady of the Flour gan flee,
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And on her hond he set him, as he wold,