[Sidenote: He sees a crystal cliff, at the foot of which, sits a maiden clothed in glistening white. He knows that he has seen her before.] More meruayle con my dom adau{n}t; I seȝ by-ȝonde þat myry mere, A crystal clyffe ful relusau{n}t, Mony ryal ray con fro hit rere; 160 At þe fote þ{er}-of þ{er} sete a fau{n}t, A mayden of menske, ful debonere; Blysnande whyt watȝ hyr bleau{n}t, (I knew hyr wel, I hade sen hyr ere) 164 As glysnande golde þat man con schere, So schon þat schene an vnder schore; On lengh{e} I loked to hyr þere, Þe lenger I knew hyr more & more 168 [Sidenote: He desires to call her but is afraid, at finding her in such a strange place.] The more I frayste hyr fayre face. Her fygure fyn, quen I had fonte, Suche gladande glory con to me glace, As lyttel byfore þerto watȝ wonte; 172 To calle hyr lyste con me enchace, Bot baysme{n}t gef myn hert a bru{n}t, I seȝ hyr in so strange a place, Such a burre myȝt make my{n} herte blu{n}t 176 Þe{n}ne vereȝ ho vp her fayre frou{n}t, Hyr vysayge whyt as playn yuore, Þat stonge my{n} hert ful stray atou{n}t, & eu{er} þe lenger, þe more & more. 180 IV. [Sidenote: [Fol. 41b.]] [Sidenote: So he stands still, like a well trained hawk. He fears lest she should escape before he could speak to her. His long lost one is dressed in royal array--decked with precious pearls.] More þen me lyste my drede aros, I stod ful stylle & dorste not calle, Wyth yȝen open & mouth ful clos, I stod as hende as hawk i{n} halle; 184 I hope þ{a}t gostly watȝ þ{a}t porpose, I dred on ende quat schulde byfalle, Lest ho me eschaped þat I þ{er} chos, Er I at steuen hir moȝt stalle. 188 Þat gracios gay w{i}t{h}-outen galle, So smoþe, so smal, so seme slyȝt, Ryseȝ vp i{n} hir araye ryalle, A p{re}c[i]os pyece[7] i{n} perleȝ pyȝt. 192 [Sidenote 7: MS. looks like _pyete_.] [Sidenote: She comes along the stream towards him. Her kirtle is composed of ‘sute,’ ornamented with pearls.] Perleȝ pyȝte of ryal prys, Þere moȝt mon by grace haf sene, Quen þat frech as flor-de-lys, Dou{n} þe bonke con boȝe by-dene. 196 Al blysnande whyt watȝ hir beau uiys, Vpon at sydeȝ & bou{n}den bene Wyth þe myryeste margarys at my deuyse, Þat eu{er} I seȝ ȝet with myn yȝen; 200 Wyth lappeȝ large I wot & I wene, Dubbed with double perle & dyȝte, Her cortel of self sute schene, W{i}t{h} p{re}cios perleȝ al vmbe-pyȝte. 204