And on the small grene twistis*(2) set
The lytel swete nightingales, and sung
So loud and clear, the hymnis consecrate
Of lovis use, now soft, now loud among,
That all the garden and the wallis rung
Right of their song-
* Lyf, Person.
*(2) Twistis, small boughs or twigs.
Note.- The language of the quotations is generally modernized.
It was the month of May, when every thing was in bloom; and he
interprets the song of the nightingale into the language of his
enamored feeling:
Worship, all ye that lovers be, this May,
For of your bliss the kalends are begun,
And sing with us, away, winter, away,
Come, summer, come, the sweet season and sun.
As he gazes on the scene, and listens to the notes of the birds,
he gradually relapses into one of those tender and undefinable
reveries, which fill the youthful bosom in this delicious season. He
wonders what this love may be, of which he has so often read, and
which thus seems breathed forth in the quickening breath of May, and
melting all nature into ecstasy and song.
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