Five montream did flow,
the sedge,
And o and fro,
rack this snow,
Along tream, beside the hedge.
A, be free to love and go!
For if I do not ,
te,
to t:
And whese be changed since May,
S they.
And sloer snow
tears ed to mine eyes;
And my poor chs ago
Set blus thy praises so,
Put paleness on for a disguise.
A, be free to praise and go!
For if my face is turned too pale,
It first did fail, --
It hy love proved false and frail, --
And whese be changed enow,
Shou.