About the well he baid;
Quhylis lying, quhylis crying,
Bot it na answere maid.
The dew as diamondis did hing
Vpon the tender twistis[1365] and ying,
Owir-twinkling all the treis;
And ay quhair flowris flourischit faire
Thair suddainly I saw repaire
In swarmes the sounding beis.
Sum sweitly hes the hony socht,