Forest, frith, both field and flower,
Now hath he nothing that him liketh
But wild beasts that by him striketh.
Beasts and birds came to listen to his harping—
When the weather is clear and bright,
He taketh his harp anon right;
Into the wood it ringeth shrill
As he could harpè at his will:
The wildè bestès that there beth
For joy about him they geth