As I thus lay, Rycht to my ſpreit vas ſeñ
and saw in my dream a green bird, who said:
A birde, yat was as ony lawrare greñ,
A-licht, and ſayth in to hir birdis chere;
THE BIRD’S MESSAGE.
[84] “O woful wrech, that levis in to were!
To ſchew the thus the god of loue me ſent,
That of thi ſeruice no thing is content,
“The God of Love is discontent with thee.
For in his court yhoue lewith in diſſpar,