Goeth sun under, groweth sed bloweth
That wereden bright golde
Springeth sing, murie sing
Goeth sun under tre

Were beeth they biforen us weren
And hadden feeld and wode
The wood comes into leaf
Thou might and canst and owest sheld
Therein never havest owest then
Ychabbe y-yerned yore

Wery so water in wore
He may me blisse bringe
When spray begin springe
Nihtes when y wende and wake

Were beeth they biforen us weren
The wood comes into leaf
Thou might and canst and owest sheld
Therein never havest owest then
Ychabbe y-yerned yore

Weren they biforen us weren
And hadden feeld and wode
The wood comes into leaf
Thou might and canst and owest sheld
Therein never havest owest then
Ychabbe y-yerned yore

With troubled eyes are
Never have I cast
Me you with thy song

— from Idylls, 1992