Aria
I have wist, sin i couthe meen,That children hath by candle lightHer shadewe on the wal iseenAnd ronne therafter all the night.
Bisy aboute they han benTo catchen it with al heren mightAnd whom they catchen it best wolde weneSonne didst shed out of her sight.
The shadewe catchen they ne might,For no lines that they couthe lay.This shadewe i may likne arightTo this world and yesterday.