ȝit saw I nevyr so mervely a syne,
Shapyn upon the skyes.
It is bryghtere than the sunne bem,
It comyth ryght over alle this rem,
Evyn above Bedleem,
I saw it brenne thryes!
Secundus Pastor. Thu art my brother Boosras,
I have beholdyn the same pas,
I trowe it is tokenynge of gras,
That shynynge shewyght beforn!