Myrie It Is
Myrie it is with floures in spring
When zepheres blow,
And now the night in gale takes wing
and ends my woe.
Ha! Ha! What, thou wast my foe,
But now we twayne shal go
dance and laugh and sing!
Manuscript fragment ca. 1225
It's the season of the Sun, and we celebrate the long days of summer at fairs and festivals far and wide. And before long, the First Annual Abbots Bromliad will be icumen in.
Feeling foolish? You're not the only one.
The celebration
