is a symphony of daisies, roses, "lovesome lilies," thrushes, and
"notes suete of nyhtegales."

The refrain of one love song is invigorating with the breath of the
northern wind:--

"Blou, northerne wynd!
Send thou me my suetyng!
Blou norterne wynd! blou, blou, blou!"

The _Cuckoo Song_, which is perhaps older than any of these, is the
best known of all the early lyrics:--

"Sumer is i-cumen in
Lhude sing cuccu
Groweth sed and bloweth med
And springeth the wde nu.
Sing cuccu, cuccu."

Summer is a-coming in,
Loud sing cuckoo,
Groweth seed and bloometh mead,
And springeth the wood now.
Sing cuckoo, cuckoo.

A more somber note is heard in the religious lyrics:--

"Wynter wakeneth al my care,
Nou this leves waxeth bare;