'Hermets on a heape, with hoked staves,
Wenten to Walsingham, and her wenches after.'
Visions of Pierce Plowman, fo. i.
"As you came from the holy-land
Of Walsingham,
Met you not with my true love
By the way as you came?"
"How should I know your true love,5
That have met many a one,
As I came from the holy-land,
That have come, that have gone?"
"She is neither white nor brown,
But as the heavens fair;10
There is none hath a form so divine,
On the earth, in the air."
"Such a one did I meet, good sir,
With angellike face,
Who like a queen did appear15
In her gait, in her grace."
"She hath left me here all alone,
All alone and unknown,
Who sometime lov'd me as her life,
And call'd me her own."20
"What's the cause she hath left thee alone,
And a new way doth take,
That sometime did love thee as her life,
And her joy did thee make?"