Blow, Northern Wind

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  Blow, northerne wynd,
  Send thou me my suetyng!
  Blow, northerne wynd,
  Blou, blou, blou!

  Ichot a burde in bour{.e} bryht,
  That fully semly is on syht,
  Menskful maiden of myht,
  Feir ant fre to fond{.e};
  In al this wurhlich{.e} won,
  A burde of blod and of bon
  Never yete y nust{.e} non
  Lussomore in lond{.e}.

  With lokk{.e}s lefliche and long{.e},
  With frount and fac{.e} feir to fong{.e},
  With murth{.e}s moni{.e} mote heo mong{.e},
  That brid so breme in bour{.e};
  With lossom ey{.e}, grete ant god{.e},
  With browen blysfol under hod{.e};
  He that reste him on the rod{.e}
  That leflich lyf honour{.e}!

  Hire lur{.e} lum{.e}s liht
  Ase a launterne a nyht,
  Hire bleo blykyeth so bryht:
  So feyr heo is ant fyn!
  A suetly suyre heo hath to hold{.e},
  With arm{.e}s, shuldr{.e}, ase mon wold{.e},
  Ant fyngres feyr{.e} fort{.e} fold{.e},
  God wolde hue wer{.e} myn!

  Middel heo hath menskful smal;
  Hire loveliche cher{.e} as cristal;
  They{.e}s, legg{.e}s, fet, ant al,
  Ywraht is of the best{.e}.
  A lussum ledy last{.e}les
  That sweting is, and ever wes;
  A betere burd{.e} never nes
  Yhery{.e}d with the hest{.e}.

  Heo is der{.e}worthe in day,
  Gracious{.e}, stout, and gay,
  Gentil, jolyf so the jay,
  Worhlich{.e} when heo waketh.
  Maiden murgest of mouth;
  Bi est, bi west, by north and south,
  Thér nis fithel{.e} ne crouth
  That such murth{.e}s maketh.

  Heo is coral of godness{.e},
  Heo is rubie of ryhtfulness{.e},
  Heo is cristal of clanness{.e},
  Ant baner of bealté;
  Heo is lilie of largess{.e},
  Heo is paruenke of prouess{.e},
  Heo is solsecle of suetness{.e},
  Ant ledy of lealté.


  For hir{.e} love y carke ant car{.e},
  For hir{.e} love y droupne ant dar{.e},
  For hir{.e} love my blisse is bar{.e},
  Ant al ich wax{.e} won;
  For hir{.e} love in slep y slak{.e},
  For hir{.e} love al nyht ich wak{.e},
  For hir{.e} love mournynge y mak{.e}
  Mor{.e} then eny mon.

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