HEIR BEGYNNIS THE BUKE OF THE HOWLAT.
I.
IN the myddis of May, at morne, as I ment,
Throwe myrth markit on mold, till a grene meid
The bemes blythest of ble fro the son blent, [A. bemet. B. The blemis blywe est.]
That all brichtnyt about the bordouris on breid;
With alkyn herbes of air that war in erd lent
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The feldis flurist, and fret full of fairhed;
So soft was the sessoun our Souerane dovne sent,
Throw the greable gift of his Godhed,
That all was amyable owr the air and the erd.
Thus, throw thir cliftis so cleir, [the cliftis.]
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Withoutin fallowe or feir, [Alone but.]
I raikit till ane Reveir
That ryally apperd. [ryallye reird.]
II.
This riche Revir dovn ran, but resting or ruf,
Throwe ane forest on fold, that farly was fair;
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All the brayis of the brym bair branchis abuf, [that bryme buir.]
And birdis blythest of ble on blossomes bair;
The land lowne was and le, with lyking and luf,
