When I see blossoms spring,
\nAnd hear the birds’ song,
\nA sweet love-longing
\nMy heart through-stung, [pierces]
\nAll for a love new
\nThat is so sweet and true,
\nThat gladdens all my song:
\nI know in truth, iwis,
\nMy joy and all my bliss
\nOn him is all ylong. [is all because of him]<\/p>\n
Of Jesu Christ I sing,
\nWho is so fair and free, [noble]
\nSweetest of all thing;
\nHis own ought I well to be.
\nSo far for me he sought,
\nWith suffering he me bought,
\nWith wounds two and three;
\nWell sore he was swung,
\nAnd for me with spear was stung,
\nNailed to the tree….<\/p>\n
Read it all<\/a>.<\/p>\n 'When I see blosmes springe, A medieval springtime poem for Eastertide https:\/\/t.co\/lXKwvyuXB1<\/a> pic.twitter.com\/Kxkirwbbre<\/a><\/p>\n — Eleanor Parker (@ClerkofOxford) April 1, 2024<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n \n
And hear foules song,
A swete love-longynge
Myn herte thourhout stong,
Al for a love newe
That is so swete and trewe,
That gladieth al my song…'<\/p>\n