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¶ Blow, northerne wynd, Sent thou me my suetyng! Blow, northerne wynd, Blou! Blou! Blou! Ichot a burde in boure bryht That sully semly is on syht: Menskful maiden of myht,    Feir ant fre to fonde. In al this wurhliche won, A burde of blod ant of bon Never yete Y nuste non    Lussomore in londe!       Blow, northerne wynd,       Sent thou me my suetyng!       Blow northerne wynd,       Blou! Blou! Blou! With lokkes lefliche ant longe, With frount ant face feir to fonde, With murthes monie mote heo monge —         That brid so breme in boure! With lossom eye grete ant gode, With browen blysfol under hode — He that reste him on the rode    That leflich lyf honoure!       Blow, northerne wynd,       Sent thou me my suetyng!       Blow northerne wynd,       Blou! Blou! Blou! Hire lure lumes liht Ase a launterne anyht; Hire bleo blykyeth so bryht —    So feyr heo is, ant fyn! A suetly suyre heo hath, to holde, With armes, shuldre, ase mon wolde, Ant fyngres feyre forte folde.    God wolde hue were myn!       Blow, northerne wynd,       Sent thou me my suetyng!       Blow northerne wynd,       Blou! Blou! Blou! Middel heo hath menskful smal; Hire loveliche chere as cristal; Theghes, legges, fet, ant al,    Ywraht wes of the beste. A lussum ledy, lasteles That sweting is, ant ever wes — A betere burde never nes,    Yheryed with the heste.       Blow, northerne wynd,       Sent thou me my suetyng!       Blow northerne wynd,       Blou! Blou! Blou! Heo is dereworthe in day: Graciouse, stout, ant gay, Gentil, jolyf so the jay,    Wohrliche when heo waketh. Maiden murgest of mouth — Bi est, bi west, by north, ant south, Ther nis fiele ne crouth    That such murthes maketh!       Blow, northerne wynd,       Sent thou me my suetyng!       Blow northerne wynd,       Blou! Blou! Blou! Heo is coral of godnesse; Heo is rubie of ryhtfulnesse; Heo is cristal of clannesse;    Ant baner of bealte. Heo is lilie of largesse; Heo is paruenke of prouesse; Heo is solsecle of suetnesse,    Ant ledy of lealte.       Blow, northerne wynd,       Sent thou me my suetyng!       Blow northerne wynd,       Blou! Blou! Blou! To Love, that leflich is in londe, Y tolde him, as Ych understonde, Hou this hende hath hent in honde    On huerte that myn wes, Ant hire knyhtes me han so soht — Sykyng, Sorewyng, ant Thoht — Tho thre me han in bale broht    Ageyn the poer of Pees.       Blow, northerne wynd,       Sent thou me my suetyng!       Blow northerne wynd,       Blou! Blou! Blou! To Love Y putte pleyntes mo: Hou Sykyng me hath siwed so; Ant eke Thoht me thrat to slo    With maistry, yef he myhte; Ant Serewe, sore in balful bende, That he wolde, for this hende, Me lede to my lyves ende,    Unlahfulliche in lyhte.       Blow, northerne wynd,       Sent thou me my suetyng!       Blow northerne wynd,       Blou! Blou! Blou! Hire Love me lustnede, uch word, Ant beh him to me over bord, Ant bed me hente that hord    Of myne huerte hele: “Ant bisecheth that swete ant swote,       Er then thou falle ase fen of fote, That heo with the wolle, of bote,    Dereworthliche dele.”       Blow, northerne wynd,       Sent thou me my suetyng!       Blow northerne wynd,       Blou! Blou! Blou! For hire love Y carke ant care; For hire love Y droupne ant dare; For hire love my blisse is bare,    Ant al Ich waxe won! For hire love in slep Y slake; For hire love al nyht Ich wake; For hire love mournyng Y make    More then eny mon!       Blow, northerne wynd,       Sent thou me my suetyng!       Blow northerne wynd,       Blou! Blou! Blou!

¶ Blow, northern wind, Send me my sweetheart! Blow, northern wind, Blow! Blow! Blow! I know a lady in a bright bower Who’s wondrously perfect to behold: Graceful maiden of power,    Fair and excellent to discover. In all this splendid place, No woman of blood and bone Have I ever yet known    More lovely in the land!       Blow, northern wind,       Send me my sweetheart!       Blow, northern wind,       Blow! Blow! Blow! With locks beautiful and long, With forehead and face fair to see, With many people she may be festive —    That lady so sparkling in bower! With lovely eyes large and good, With eyebrows blissful under hood — May he who rests himself on the cross    Honor that lovable life!       Blow, northern wind,       Send me my sweetheart!       Blow, northern wind,       Blow! Blow! Blow! Her cheek gleams with light Like a lantern by night; Her face shines so bright —    So fair she is, and refined! A pretty neck she has, for embracing, With arms, shoulder, as one would like, And fingers fair to clasp.    Would to God she were mine!       Blow, northern wind,       Send me my sweetheart!       Blow, northern wind,       Blow! Blow! Blow! She has a waist delicately small; Her lovely face like crystal; Thighs, legs, feet, and all,    Shaped in the best way. A lovely lady, faultless That sweetheart is and always was — A better woman there’s never been,    Praised among the highest.       Blow, northern wind,       Send me my sweetheart!       Blow, northern wind,       Blow! Blow! Blow! She is precious by day: Gracious, dignified, and amiable, Noble, lively as the bluejay,    Beautiful when she awakens. Maiden merriest of mouth — By east, by west, by north, and south, There’s neither fiddle nor viol    That creates such joys!       Blow, northern wind,       Send me my sweetheart!       Blow, northern wind,       Blow! Blow! Blow! She is coral of goodness; She is ruby of uprightness; She is crystal of chastity;    And banner of beauty. She is lily of generosity; She is periwinkle of excellence; She is marigold of sweetness,    And lady of loyalty.       Blow, northern wind,       Send me my sweetheart!       Blow, northern wind,       Blow! Blow! Blow! To Love, who’s beloved everywhere, I told him, as I understand, How this courteous one has captured in hand    A heart that was mine, And her knights have so sought after me — Sighing, Sorrowing, and Thought — Those three have brought me to misery    Against the authority of Peace.       Blow, northern wind,       Send me my sweetheart!       Blow, northern wind,       Blow! Blow! Blow! To Love I made further complaints: How Sighing has so pursued me; And also Thought threatened to slay me    With force, if he could; And Sorrow, injured by grievous bondage, Would, on account of this courteous one, Lead me to my life’s end,    Unlawfully and plainly.       Blow, northern wind,       Send me my sweetheart!       Blow, northern wind,       Blow! Blow! Blow! Her Love listened to me, every word, And bent himself toward me over the table, And ordered me to embrace that treasure    For my heart’s cure: “And beseech that sweet and gentle one, Before you fall like mud off a foot, That she will with you, for remedy,    Affectionately negotiate.”       Blow, northern wind,       Send me my sweetheart!       Blow, northern wind,       Blow! Blow! Blow! For her love I fret and sorrow; For her love I droop and falter; For her love my bliss is barren,    And I grow pale! For her love in sleep I slacken; For her love all night I awaken; For her love I make mourning    More than any man!       Blow, northern wind,       Send me my sweetheart!       Blow, northern wind,       Blow! Blow! Blow!

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