I stood astonied, so was I with the song
Thorow ravished, that till late and long
I ne wist in what place I was, ne where;
And ayen, me thought, she song ever by mine ear.
Chaucer’s “Flower and Leaf.”
A goldfinch there I saw, with gaudy pride
Of painted plumes, that hopp’d from side to side,
Still perching as she pass’d; and still she drew
The sweets from every flower, and sucked the dew:
Suffic’d at length, she warbled in her throat,