[Sidenote: [Fol. 40b.]] [Sidenote: In it, stones glittered like stars in the welkin on a winter night.] The dubbemente of þo derworth depe Wern bonkeȝ bene of beryl bryȝt; Swangeande swete þe water con swepe Wyth a rownande rourde raykande aryȝt; 112 I{n} þe fou{n}ce þ{er} stonden stoneȝ stepe, As glente þurȝ glas þat glowed & glyȝt, A[6] stremande sterneȝ quen stroþe me{n} slepe, Staren i{n} welkyn i{n} wynt{er} nyȝt; 116 For vche a pobbel i{n} pole þer pyȝt Watȝ Emerad, saffer, oþ{er} ge{m}me gente, Þat alle þe loȝe lemed of lyȝt, So dere watȝ hit adubbeme{n}t. 120 [Sidenote 6: ? _As._] III. [Sidenote: His grief abates, and he follows the course of the stream.] The dubbeme{n}t dere of dou{n} & daleȝ, Of wod & wat{er} & wlonk playneȝ, Bylde in me blys, abated my baleȝ, For-didden my [dis]tresse, dystryed my payneȝ. 124 Dou{n} after a strem þat dryȝly haleȝ, I bowed in blys, bred ful my brayneȝ; Þe fyrre I folȝed þose floty valeȝ, Þe more strenghþe of ioye myn herte strayneȝ, 128 As fortune fares þ{er} as ho frayneȝ, Wheþ{er} solace ho sende oþ{er} elleȝ sore, Þe wyȝ, to wham her wylle ho wayneȝ, Hytteȝ to haue ay more & more. 132 [Sidenote: No one could describe his great joy. He thought that Paradise was on the opposite bank. The stream was not fordable.] More of wele watȝ i{n} þat wyse Þe{n} I cowþe telle þaȝ I tom hade, For vrþely herte myȝt not suffyse To þe tenþe dole of þo gladneȝ glade; 136 For-þy I þoȝt þ{a}t paradyse Watȝ þer oþ{er} gayn þo bonkeȝ brade; I hoped þe water were a deuyse By-twene myrþeȝ by mereȝ made, 140 By-ȝonde þe broke by slente oþ{er} slade, I hope[de] þ{a}t mote merked wore. Bot þe water watȝ depe I dorst not wade & eu{er} me longed a more & more. 144 [Sidenote: [Fol. 41a.]] [Sidenote: More and more he desires to see what is beyond the brook. But the way seemed difficult. The dreamer finds new marvels.] More & more, & ȝet wel mare, Me lyste to se þe broke by-ȝonde, For if hit watȝ fayr þ{er} I con fare, Wel loueloker watȝ þe fyrre londe. 148 Abowte me con I stote & stare To fynde a forþe, faste con I fonde, Bot woþeȝ mo i-wysse þ{er} ware, Þe fyrre I stalked by þe stronde, 152 & euer me þoȝt I schulde not wonde For wo, þer weleȝ so wy{n}ne wore. Þe{n}ne nwe note me com on honde Þat meued my mynde ay more & more, 156 [Headnote: THE FATHER SEES HIS LOST CHILD DRESSED IN WHITE ROBES.]