II.

[Sidenote: In spirit he is carried to an unknown region, where the rocks and cliffs gleamed gloriously.] Fro spot my spyryt þer sprang i{n} space, My body on balke þer bod i{n} sweuen, My goste is gon in godeȝ grace, In auenture þ{er} meruayleȝ meuen; 64 I ne wyste in þis worlde quere þ{a}t hit wace, Bot I knew me keste þ{er} klyfeȝ cleuen; Towarde a foreste I bere þe face, Where rych rokkeȝ wer to dyscreuen; 68 Þe lyȝt of hem myȝt no mon leuen, Þe glemande glory þat of hem gle{n}t; For wern neu{er} webbeȝ þat wyȝeȝ weuen, Of half so dere adubmente. 72

[Sidenote: [Fol. 40a.]] [Sidenote: The hill sides were decked with crystal cliffs. The leaves of the trees were like burnished silver. The gravel consisted of precious pearls.] Dubbed wern alle þo downeȝ sydeȝ W{i}t{h} crystal klyffeȝ so cler of kynde, Holte-wodeȝ bryȝt aboute hem bydeȝ; Of bolleȝ as blwe as ble of ynde, 76 As bornyst syluer þe lef onslydeȝ, Þat þike con trylle on vch a tynde, Quen glem of glodeȝ agaynȝ hem glydeȝ, Wyth schym{er}y{n}g schene ful schrylle þay schynde. 80 Þe grauayl þat on grou{n}de con grynde Wern p{re}cio{us} perleȝ of oryente; Þe su{n}ne bemeȝ bot blo & blynde, In respecte of þat adubbement. 84

[Sidenote: The father forgets his sorrow. He sees birds of the most beautiful hues, and hears their sweet melody.] The adubbemente of þo downeȝ dere Garten my goste al greffe for-ȝete So frech flauoreȝ of fryteȝ were, As fode hit con me fayre refete. 88 Fowleȝ þ{er} flowen i{n} fryth i{n} fere, Of flau{m}bande hweȝ,[5] boþe smale & grete, Bot sytole stry{n}g & gyt{er}nere, Her reken myrþe moȝt not retrete, 92 For quen þose bryddeȝ her wyngeȝ bete Þay songen wyth a swete asent; So grac[i]os gle couþe no mon gete As here & se her adubbement. 96

[Sidenote 5: Or _hiweȝ_.]

[Sidenote: No tongue could describe the beauty of the forest. All shone like gold. The dreamer arrives at the bank of a river, which gave forth sweet sounds.] So al watȝ dubbet on dere asyse; Þat fryth þer fortwne forth me fereȝ, Þe derþe þer-of for to deuyse Nis no wyȝ worþe þat tonge bereȝ. 100 I welke ay forth i{n} wely wyse, No bonk so byg þ{a}t did me dereȝ, Þe fyrre i{n} þe fryth þe feier con ryse, Þe playn, þe plontteȝ, þe spyse, þe pereȝ, 104 & raweȝ & randeȝ & rych reuereȝ, As fyldor fyn her b[o]nkes brent. I wan to a water by schore þat schereȝ, Lorde! dere watȝ hit adubbement! 108

[Sidenote: [Fol. 40b.]] [Sidenote: In it, stones glittered like stars in the welkin on a winter night.] The dubbemente of þo derworth depe Wern bonkeȝ bene of beryl bryȝt; Swangeande swete þe water con swepe Wyth a rownande rourde raykande aryȝt; 112 I{n} þe fou{n}ce þ{er} stonden stoneȝ stepe, As glente þurȝ glas þat glowed & glyȝt, A[6] stremande sterneȝ quen stroþe me{n} slepe, Staren i{n} welkyn i{n} wynt{er} nyȝt; 116 For vche a pobbel i{n} pole þer pyȝt Watȝ Emerad, saffer, oþ{er} ge{m}me gente, Þat alle þe loȝe lemed of lyȝt, So dere watȝ hit adubbeme{n}t. 120

[Sidenote 6: ? _As._]