1747 So at the last the shaft of tree
1748 I drough out, with the fethers thre.
1749 But atte the hokede heed, ywis,
1750 The which it beaute callid is,
1751 Gan so depe in myn herte passe,
1752 That I it myght nought Arace;
1753 But in myn herte still it stode,
1754 Al bledde I not a drope of blode.
1755 I was bothe anguyssous and trouble
1756 ffor the pill that I sawe double;
1757 I nyste what to seye or do,
1758 Ne gete a leche my woundis two;
1759 ffor neithir thurgh gras ne rote,
1760 Ne hadde I helpe of hope ne bote.
1761 But to the bothum evermo
1762 Myn herte drewe; for all my wo,
1763 My thought was in noon other thing.
1764 ffor hadde it ben in my kepyng,
1765 It wolde have brought my lyf Agayn.
1766 ffor certis evenly, I dar wel seyn,
1767 The sight oonly, and the savour,
1768 Alegged mych of my langour.
1769 Thanne gan I forto drawe me
1770 Toward the bothom faire to se;