"And every plaine was clothed faire With new greene, and maketh small floures To springen here and there in field and in mede, So very good and wholsome be the shoures, That it renueth that was old and dede, In winter time; and out of every sede Springeth the hearbe, so that every wight Of this season wexeth glad and light.... In which (grove) were okes great, streight as a line, Under, the which the grasse so fresh of hew Was newly sprong, and an eight foot or nine Every tree well fro his fellow grew." He must forget himself in the vague felicity of the country, and, like Dante, lose himself in ideal light and allegory. The dreams love, to continue true, must not take too visible a form, nor enter into a too consecutive history; they must float in a misty distance; the soul in which they hover can no longer think of the laws of existence; it inhabits another world; it forgets itself in the ravishing emotion which troubles it, and sees its well-loved visions rise, mingle, come and go, as in summer we see the bees on a hill-slope flutter in a haze of light, and circle round and round the flowers. "One morning,"[209] a lady sings, "at the dawn of day, I entered an oak-grove" "With branches brode, laden with leves new, That sprongen out ayen the sunne-shene, Some very red, and some a glad light grenc....[210] "And I, that all this pleasaunt sight sie, Thought sodainly I felt so sweet and aire Of the eglentere, that certainely There is no hert, I deme, in such dispaire, Ne with thoughts froward and contraire, So overlaid, but it should soone have bote, If it had ones felt this savour sote. "And as I stood, and cast aside mine eie, I was ware of the fairest medler tree That ever yet in all my life I sie, As full of blossomes as it might be; Therein a goldfinch leaping pretile Fro bough to bough; and, as him list, he eet Here and there of buds and floures sweet.... "And as I sat, the birds harkening thus, Methought that I heard voices sodainly, The most sweetest and most delicious That ever any wight, I trow truly, Heard in their life, for the armony And sweet accord was in so good musike, That the voice to angels most was like."[211] Then she sees arrive "a world of ladies... in surcotes white of velvet... set with emerauds... as of great pearles round and orient, and diamonds fine and rubies red." And all had on their head "a rich fret of gold... full of stately riche stones set," with "a chapelet of branches fresh and grene... some of laurer, some of woodbind, some of agnus castus"; and at the same time came a train of valiant knights in splendid array, with harness of red gold, shining in the sun, and noble steeds, with trappings "of cloth of gold, and furred with ermine." These knights and ladies were the servants of the Leaf, and they sate under a great oak, at the feet of their queen.