This maketh Emily have rémembrance To do honoúr to May, and for to rise. Y-clothed was she fresh for to devise; Her yellow hair was braided in a tress, Behind her back, a yardë long I guess. And in the garden at the sun uprist 327 She walketh up and down where as her list. She gathereth flowers, party 328 white and red, To make a sotel 329 garland for her head, And as an angel heavenly she sung. The greatë tower, that was so thick and strong, Which of the castle was the chief dungeón 330 (Where as these knightës weren in prisón, Of which I toldë you, and tellë shall), Was even joinant 331 to the garden wall, There as this Emily had her playing.