"Allace aurore, (the sillie lark did cry)
"Quhair has thou left thy balmy liquour sweit,
"That us rejoisit mounting in the sky?
"Thy silver dropps are turned into sleit.
"Of fair phebus quhair is the holsum heit,
"Quhy tholis thow thy hevinlie plesand face,
"With mystie vapouris to be obscurit, allace!
VII.
"Quhair art thou May, with June thy sister schene
"Weill bordourit with daseis of delyte?
"And gentill Julie, with thy mantill grene,
"Enamelit with rosis reid and quhyte?
"Now auld and cauld Januar in dispyte
"Reissis from us all pastime and plesure
"Allace! quhait gentle hart may this indure?
VIII.
"Ovirsilit ar with cloudis odious
"The goldin skyis of the orient,
"Changeing in sorrow our sing melodious,
"Quhilk we had wont to sing with gude intent,
"Resoundand to the hevinnis firmament,
"But now our day is changed into the nicht,"
With that they rose and flew forth of my sicht.
HARDYKNUTE.
A FRAGMENT.
I.