Haith maid his courß, and all with diuerß hewis
Aparalit haith the feldis and the bewis;
and birds began to make their bowers;
The birdis amyd the erbis and the flouris,
[340] And one the branchis, makyne gone thar bouris,
And be the morow ſinging in ther chere
Welcum to the luſty ſeſſone of the ȝere.
In to this tyme the worthi conqueroure
king Arthur was at Carlisle.
[344] Arthure, wich had of al this worlde the floure