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Swiche olde lewed wordes used he. |
| On Damyan a signe made she, |
| That he sholde go biforn with his cliket. |
| 940 | This Damyan thanne hath opened the wyket, |
| And in he stirte, and that in swich manere |
| That no wight myghte it se neither yheere, |
| And stille he sit under a bussh anon. |
| This Januarie, as blynd as is a stoon, |
| 945 | With Mayus in his hand, and no wight mo, |
| Into his fresshe gardyn is ago, |
| And clapte to the wyket sodeynly. |
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| Such were the lewd old words that then used he; |
| To Damian a secret sign made she |
| That he should go before them with his clicket; |
| 940 | This Damian then opened up the wicket, |
| And in he slipped, and that in manner such |
| That none could see nor hear; and he did crouch |
| And still he sat beneath a bush anon. |
| This January, blind as is a stone, |
| 945 | With Maia's hand in his, and none else there, |
| Into his garden went, so fresh and fair, |
| And then clapped to the wicket suddenly. |
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