Foweles in the frith,
The fisses in the flod,
And I mon waxe wod;
Mulch sorwe I walke with
For best of bon and blod.
Notes
Poem Notes:
Composition Date:
13th cent.
The lyrical form of this poem is abbab.
1-5. Birds in the woods,
The fishes in the flood,
And I must go mad\;
Much sorrow I walk with
For the best of bone and blood.
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