Myn herte to-clef· wiþ swerd of care;
I· sauȝ my brid· with blod bem-oyled [MS. ben oyled.] ,
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As Symeon· seide beo-forn;,
Þe swerd of serwe·, scharp I·-grounde,
Schulde ȝiue· myn herte a wounde;
In more wo· þen I· was bounde
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Neuere buirde· haþ born·:
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ÞE dede· worþily· gan wake,
Þe dai turned· to nihtes donne,
Þe Merke Mone· gan Mournyng make,
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Þe lyht out leop· of þe sonne,
Þe temple walles· gan chiuere· and schake,
Veiles in þe temple· a-two þei sponne:
Cros· whi noldestou not crake,
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Whon rihtful blod· on þe was ronne,
And kuyndes· losten heore kende;:
Whon my fruit· on þe was fast,
Cros· whi weore þou not a-gast?
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Þow stod stif· as eny mast,
Whon lyf· left vp his ende·:
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Whon þat Prince· of Paradys
Bledde· boþe brest· and bak:
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An heþene clerk· was seint Denys,
He seide· þis world· wente al to wrak,
He sauȝ þe planetes passen· out of here pris,
Þe brihte sonne· gan waxen blak;
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Þe Clerk· þat was so wonderly wys
Wonder wordes· þer he spak,
Denys· þis grete Clerk seide;
Þe day of doom· draweþ to an ende,
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