As I Laye A-Dreamynge

After T. I.
  As I laye a-dreamynge, a-dreamynge, a-dreamynge,
  O softlye moaned the dove to her mate within the tree,
 And meseemed unto my syghte
 Came rydynge many a knyghte
 All cased in armoure bryghte
 Cap-a-pie,
  As I laye a-dreamynge, a goodlye companye!
  As I laye a-dreamynge, a-dreamynge, a-dreamynge,
  O sadlye mourned the dove, callynge long and callynge lowe,
 And meseemed of alle that hoste
 Notte a face but was the ghoste
 Of a friend that I hadde loste
 Long agoe.
 As I laye a-dreamynge, oh, bysson teare to flowe!
  As I laye a-dreamynge, a-dreamynge, a-dreamynge,
  O sadlye sobbed the dove as she seemed to despayre,
 And laste upon the tracke
 Came one I hayled as 'Jacke!'
 But he turned mee his backe
 With a stare:
  As I laye a-dreamynge, he lefte mee callynge there.
  Stille I laye a-dreamynge, a-dreamynge, a-dreamynge,
  And gentler sobbed the dove as it eased her of her payne,
 And meseemed a voyce yt cry'd—
  'They shall ryde, and they shall ryde
  'Tyll the truce of tyme and tyde
 Come agayne!
  Alle for Eldorado, yette never maye attayne!'
  Stille I laye a-dreamynge, a-dreamynge, a-dreamynge,
  And scarcelye moaned the dove, as her agonye was spente:
  'Shalle to-morrowe see them nygher
 To a golden walle or spyre?
 You have better in yr fyre,
 Bee contente.'
  As I laye a-dreamynge, it seem'd smalle punyshment.
  But I laye a-wakynge, and loe! the dawne was breakynge
  And rarely pyped a larke for the promyse of the daye:
  'Uppe and sette yr lance in reste!
 Uppe and followe on the queste!
 Leave the issue to be guessed
  At the endynge of the waye'—
  As I laye a-wakynge, 'twas soe she seemed to say—
 'Whatte and if it alle be feynynge?
  There be better thynges than gaynynge,
  Rycher pryzes than attaynynge.'—
 And 'twas truthe she seemed to saye.
  Whyles the dawne was breakynge, I rode upon my waye.