717   Sume high and sume eke lowe songe
718   Upon the braunches grene spronge.
719   The swetnesse of her melodye
720   Made al myn herte in reverye.
721   And whan that I hadde herde, I trowe,
722   These briddis syngyng on a rowe,
723   Than myght I not with holde me
724   That I ne wente inne forto see
725   Sir Myrthe; for my desiryng
726   Was hym to seen, over all thyng,
727   His countenaunce and his manere:
728   That sight was to me ful dere.
729   Tho wente I forth on my right honde
730   Doun by a lytel path I fonde
731   Of mentes full, and fenell grene;
732   And fast by, without wene,
733   Sir Myrthe I fonde; and right Anoon
734   Unto sir Myrthe gan I goon,
735   There as he was, hym to solace.
736   And with hym, in that lusty place,
737   So faire folk and so fresh had he,
738   That whan I sawe, I wondred me
739   ffro whenne siche folk myght come,
740   So faire they weren, all and some;