In to quhat wyß I ſal my wo compleine.
HE SEES A VISION OF A GREEN BIRD.
I walked thus in the field, and came to a well-beseen garden.
Thus in the feild I walkith to and froo,
[44] As thochtful wicht that felt of nocht bot woo,
Syne to o gardinge, that weß weil beſeñ,
Of quiche the feild was al depaynt with greñ.
The tendyre and the luſty flouris new
[48] Up thrōue the greñ vpone thar ſtalkis grew
Aȝhane the ſone, and thare levis ſpred,