Of the world was never seene er than
So pleasaunt a ground of none earthly man.
And as I sat the birds hearkening thus,
Me thought that I heard voices sodainly,
The most sweetest and most delicious
That ever any wight I trow truly
Heard in their life, for the armony
And sweet accord was in so good musike,
That the voice to angels most was like.
At the last, out of a grove even by,