Pearl

The dubberment dere of down and dales Of wode and water and wlonk plaines Bilde in me bliss, abated my bales Forbidden my stress, destroyed my paines Down after a strem that drightly hales I bowed in bliss, bredful my branes The firre I folwed those floty vales The more strength of joye myn herte straines As fortune fares theras ho fraines Whether solace ho sende other elles sore The wye to wham hir wille ho waines Hittes to have ay more and more More of wele was in that wise Than I couth telle thagh I tom hade For erthly herte might not suffise To the tenthe dole of tho gladness glade For thy I thoght that paradise Was there other gain tho bonkes brade I hoped the water were a devise Between mirthes by meres made Beyonde the brook, by slent other slade I hoped that mote inerked wore Bot the water was depe, I dorst not wade And ever me longed ay more and more More and more and yet well mare Me liste to see the brook beyonde For if hit was fair there I can fare Well loveloker was the firre londe Aboute me con I stote and stare To finde a forth faste con I fonde Bot wothes mo ywis there ware The firre I stalled by the stronde And ever me thoght I shokle not wonde For wo there weles so winne wore Thenne newe note me com on honed That meved my minde more and more