1555   The clere water in the stoon,
1556   And eke the gravell, which that shoon
1557   Down in the botme, as silver fyn;
1558   ffor of the well, this is the fyn,
1559   In world is noon so clere of hewe.
1560   The water is evere ffresh and newe
1561   That welmeth up with wawis bright
1562   The mountance of two fynger hight.
1563   Aboute it is gras spryngyng,
1564   ffor moiste so thikke and wel likyng,
1565   That it ne may in wynter dye,
1566   No more than may the see be drye.
1567   Downe atte the botme sette sawe I
1568   Two cristall stonys craftely
1569   In thilke fresh and faire well.
1570   But o thing sothly dar I tele,
1571   That ye wole holde a gret mervayle
1572   Whane it is tolde, withouten fayle.
1573   ffor whanne the sonne, clere in sight,
1574   Cast in that well his bemys bright,
1575   And that the heete descendid is,
1576   Thanne taketh the cristall stoon, ywis,
1577   Agayn the sonne an hundrid hewis,
1578   Blewe, yelowe, and rede, that fresh and newe is.