*And, leninge on myn elbowe and my syde, The longe day I shoop me for to abyde 180 *For nothing elles, and I shal nat lye, But for to loke upon the dayesye, *That wel by reson men hit calle may *The 'dayesye' or elles the 'ye of day,' *The emperice and flour of floures alle. 185 *I pray to god that faire mot she falle, *And alle that loven floures, for hir sake! But natheles, ne wene nat that I make In preysing of the flour agayn the leef, *No more than of the corn agayn the sheef: 190 For, as to me, nis lever noon ne lother; I nam with-holden yit with never nother. Ne I not who serveth leef, ne who the flour; Wel brouken they hir service or labour; For this thing is al of another tonne, 195 Of olde story, er swich thing was be-gonne. Whan that the sonne out of the south gan weste, And that this flour gan close and goon to reste For derknesse of the night, the which she dredde, +Hoom to myn hous ful swiftly I me spedde 200 *To goon to reste, and erly for to ryse, To seen this flour to sprede, as I devyse. +And, in a litel herber that I have, That benched was on turves fresshe y-grave, +I bad men sholde me my couche make; 205 +For deyntee of the newe someres sake, +I bad hem strawen floures on my bed. +Whan I was leyd, and had myn eyen hed, I fel on slepe in-with an houre or two; Me mette how I lay in the medew tho, 210