Ther is no fyr, ther is no sparke, Ther is no dore, which mai charke, 70 Wherof an yhe scholde unschette, So that inward ther is no lette. And for to speke of that withoute, Ther stant no gret tree nyh aboute Wher on ther myhte crowe or pie 75 Alihte, for to clepe or crie; Ther is no cok to crowe day, Ne beste non which noise may; The hell bot al aboute round Ther is growende upon the ground 80 Popi, which berth the sed of slep, With othre herbes suche an hep. A stille water for the nones Rennende upon the smale stones, Which hihte of Lethes the rivere, 85 Under that hell in such manere Ther is, which ȝifth gret appetit To slepe. And thus full of delit Slep hath his hous; and of his couche Withinne his chambre if I schal touche, 90 Of hebenus that slepi tree The bordes al aboute be, And for he scholde slepe softe, Upon a fethrebed alofte He lith with many a pilwe of doun. 95 The chambre is strowed up and doun With swevenes many thousendfold. Thus cam Yris into this hold, And to the bedd, which is al blak, Sche goth, and ther with Slep sche spak, 100 And in the wise as sche was bede The message of Iuno sche dede. Ful ofte hir wordes sche reherceth, Er sche his slepi eres perceth; With mochel wo bot ate laste 105 His slombrende yhen he upcaste And seide hir that it schal be do. Wherof among a thousend tho Withinne his hous that slepi were, In special he ches out there 110 Thre, whiche scholden do this dede: The ferste of hem, so as I rede, Was Morpheüs, the whos nature Is for to take the figure Of what persone that him liketh, 115 Wherof that he ful ofte entriketh The lif which slepe schal be nyhte; And Ithecus that other hihte, Which hath the vois of every soun, The chiere and the condicioun 120 Of every lif, what so it is: The thridde suiende after this Is Panthasas, which may transforme Of every thing the rihte forme, And change it in an other kinde. 125 Upon hem thre, so as I finde, Of swevenes stant al thapparence, Which other while is evidence, And other while bot a iape. Bot natheles it is so schape, 130 That Morpheüs be nyht al one Appiereth until Alceone In liknesse of hir housebonde Al naked ded upon the stronde, And hou he dreynte in special 135 These othre tuo it schewen al: The tempeste of the blake cloude, The wode see, the wyndes loude, Al this sche mette, and sih him dyen; Wherof that sche began to crien, 140