1. Nu was þe stunde þat wacens fondest list In men at sea, and melts þeir þoghtful hart, Who in þe morn hafe bid sweet frends farewell, And wand’rer newly on his road wiþ lufe Þrills, if he hear þe ef’ning bell from far, Þat seems to gnorn for þe Afaring day: When I, no longer tacing heed to hear Began, wiþ wonder, from þose goasts to marc Man risen from its seat, which wiþ its

2. Nu was þe stunde þat wacens fondest list In men at sea, and melts þeir þoghtful hart, Who in þe morn hafe bid sweet frends farewell, And wand’rer newly on his road wiþ lufe Þrills, if he hear þe ef’ning bell from far, Þat seems to gnorn for þe Afaring day: When I, no longer tacing heed to hear Began, wiþ wonder, from þose goasts to marc Man risen from its seat, which wiþ its