Second Collection. Light or Sheäde
A Maÿtide’s evenèn wer a-dyèn, Under moonsheen, into night, Wi’ a streamèn wind a-sighèn By the thorns a-bloomèn white. Where in sheäde, a-zinkèn deeply, Wer a nook, all dark but lew, By a bank, arisèn steeply, Not to let the win’ come drough. Should my love goo out, a-showèn All her smiles, in open light; Or, in lewth, wi’ wind a-blowèn, Staÿ in darkness, dim to zight? Staÿ in sheäde o’ bank or wallèn. In the warmth, if not in light; Words alwone vrom her a-vallèn, Would be jaÿ vor all the night.
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