Bytuene Mershe and Averil br When spray biginneth to springe, br The lutel foul hath hire wyl br On hyre lud to synge: br Ich libbe in love-longinge br For semlokest of alle thynge, br He may me blisse bringe, br Ich am in hire baundoun. br An hendy hap ichabbe y-hent, br Ichot from hevene it is me sent, br From alle wymmen my love is lent br And lyht on Alysoun. br br On heu hire her is fayr ynoh, br Hire browe broune, hire eye blake; br With lossum chere he on me loh; br With middel smal and wel y-make; br Bote he me wolle to hire take br For to buen hire owen make, br Long to lyven ichulle forsake br And feye fallen adoun. br An hendy hap ichabbe y-hent, br Ichot from hevene it is me sent, br From alle wymmen my love is lent br And lyht on Alysoun. br br Nihtes when I wende and wake, br For-thi myn wonges waxeth won, br Levedi, al for thine sake br Longinge is y-lent me on. br In world nis non so wyter mon br That al hire bounte telle con; br Hire swyre is whittore than the swon, br And feyrest may in toune. br An hendy hap ichabbe y-hent, br Ichot from hevene it is me sent, br From alle wymmen my love is lent br And lyht on Alysoun. br br Ich am for wowyng al for-wake, br Wery so water in wore; br lest eny reve me my make br Ichabbe y-yerned yore. br betere is tholien whyle sore br Then mournen evermore. br Geynest under gore, br Herkne to my roun. br An hendy hap ichabbe y-hent, br Ichot from hevene it is me sent, br From alle wymmen my love is lent br And lyht on Alysoun.