The bloomed hawthorn clad his pikis all; Forth of fresh bourgeons[20] the wine grapes ying[21] Endlong the trellis did on twistis hing; The loukit buttons on the gemmed trees O'erspreading leaves of nature's tapestries; Soft grassy verdure after balmy showers, On curling stalkis smiling to their flowers. * * The daisy did on-breid her crownal small, And every flower unlapped in the dale. * * Sere downis small on dentilion sprang. The young green bloomed strawberry leaves amang; Jimp jeryflowers thereon leaves unshet, Fresh primrose and the purpour violet; * * Heavenly lilies, with lockerand toppis white, Open'd and shew their crestis redemite. * * A paradise it seemed to draw near These galyard gardens and each green herbere. Most amiable wax the emerald meads; Swarmis soughis throughout the respand reeds, Over the lochis and the floodis gray, Searching by kind a place where they should lay. Phoebus' red fowl,[22] his cural crest can steer, Oft stretching forth his heckle, crowing clear. Amid the wortis and the rootis gent Picking his meat in alleys where he went, His wives Toppa and Partolet him by-- A bird all-time that hauntis bigamy. The painted powne[23] pacing with plumes gym, Cast up his tail a proud pleasand wheel-rim, Yshrouded in his feathering bright and sheen, Shaping the print of Argus' hundred een. Among the bowis of the olive twists, Sere[24] small fowls, working crafty nests, Endlong the hedges thick, and on rank aiks[25] Ilk bird rejoicing with their mirthful makes. In corners and clear fenestres[26] of glass, Full busily Arachne weaving was, To knit her nettis and her webbis sly, Therewith to catch the little midge or fly. So dusty powder upstours[27] in every street, While corby gasped for the fervent heat. Under the boughis bene[28] in lovely vales, Within fermance and parkis close of pales, The busteous buckis rakis forth on raw, Herdis of hartis through the thick wood-shaw. The young fawns following the dun does, Kids, skipping through, runnis after roes. In leisurs and on leais, little lambs Full tait and trig sought bleating to their dams. On salt streams wolk[29] Dorida and Thetis, By running strandis, Nymphis and Naiadis, Such as we clepe wenches and damasels, In gersy[30] groves wandering by spring wells; Of bloomed branches and flowers white and red, Platting their lusty chaplets for their head. Some sang ring-songes, dances, leids,[31] and rounds. With voices shrill, while all thel dale resounds. Whereso they walk into their carolling, For amorous lays does all the rockis ring. One sang, 'The ship sails over the salt faem, Will bring the merchants and my leman hame.' Some other sings, 'I will be blithe and light, My heart is lent upon so goodly wight.'[32] And thoughtful lovers rounis[33] to and fro, To leis[34] their pain, and plain their jolly woe; After their guise, now singing, now in sorrow, With heartis pensive the long summer's morrow. Some ballads list indite of his lady;