Ye know I came alone,
To make journey on hideous earth,
Cuckoo is I be known,
If I’ve no bosom one.
Let’s hallow our journey,
Al it be a stony path,
Then paltry will never ensues us.
I befriended thee not for bad faith,
But making a blissful world.
Caprice has no store in me,
I be hight thee to be thy friend,
In darkness and noontide,
Erie breathless closes my eyes.
Vales and hills have no power,
To unbide thee in my dream,
But thinking of thou thy sharp repulse,
Make me cry with agony.
Dear, Rain thou thy fruitful
Tidings in my ears,
To break my saddest world,
And I pray and wish thee,
Never lost in other world.