Parch´d of words, parch´d of lauds,
Lorn and tyned fro my wame
´Seech I more perforce indeed:
Lap I of thee: Thou art want.

With dulcet gust thine floret,
Which I yet would not do
Pray I thee for thine avail
Lave me in it; I want more!

For my loe, not be adust.

Come see as the wind: Chant
I let thee come in
Come see as the wind, Aoede.

As of lote, upon thee dote,
Lowing ´tis, true forsooth,
Tisn´t a tongue, nay merely mote,
Thou art grandly mae than couth´:
Eft and e´er doth it eke
I am what I do behold.

For my loe, not be adust.

Come see as the wind: Chant
I let thee come in
Come see as the wind, Aoede.