When I see blossoms spring,
And hear the birds\u2019 song,
A sweet love-longing
My heart through-stung, [pierces]
All for a love new
That is so sweet and true,
That gladdens all my song:
I know in truth, iwis,
My joy and all my bliss
On him is all ylong. [is all because of him]<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Of Jesu Christ I sing,
Who is so fair and free, [noble]
Sweetest of all thing;
His own ought I well to be.
So far for me he sought,
With suffering he me bought,
With wounds two and three;
Well sore he was swung,
And for me with spear was stung,
Nailed to the tree\u2026.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Read it all<\/a>.<\/p> 'When I see blosmes springe,
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…'
A medieval springtime poem for Eastertide https:\/\/t.co\/lXKwvyuXB1<\/a> pic.twitter.com\/Kxkirwbbre<\/a><\/p>— Eleanor Parker (@ClerkofOxford) April 1, 2024<\/a><\/blockquote>