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31 Or thus, so inly ful of drede,
32 That no man may him bote bede;
33 Or elles, that devocioun
34 Of somme, and contemplacioun
35 Causeth swiche dremes ofte;
36 Or that the cruel lyf unsofte
37 Which these ilke lovers leden
38 That hopen over muche or dreden,
39 That purely hir impressiouns
40 Causeth hem avisiouns;
41 Or if that spirites have the might
42 To make folk to dreme a-night
43 Or if the soule, of propre kinde
44 Be so parfit, as men finde,
45 That hit forwot that is to come,
46 And that hit warneth alle and somme
47 Of everiche of hir aventures
48 Be avisiouns, or by figures,
49 But that our flesh ne hath no might
50 To understonden hit aright,
51 For hit is warned to derkly; --
52 But why the cause is, noght wot I.
53 Wel worthe, of this thing, grete clerkes,
54 That trete of this and other werkes;
55 For I of noon opinioun
56 Nil as now make mensioun,
57 But only that the holy rode
58 Turne us every dreem to gode!
59 For never, sith that I was born,
60 Ne no man elles, me biforn,
61 Mette, I trowe stedfastly,
62 So wonderful a dreem as I
63 The tenthe day dide of Decembre,
64 The which, as I can now remembre,
65 I wol yow tellen every del,

The Invocation

66 But at my ginninge, trusteth wel,
67 I wol make invocacioun,
68 With special devocioun,
69 Unto the god of slepe anoon,
70 That dwelleth in a cave of stoon
71 Upon a streem that cometh fro Lete,
72 That is a flood of helle unswete;
73 Besyde a folk men clepe Cimerie,
74 Ther slepeth ay this god unmerie
75 With his slepy thousand sones
76 That alway for to slepe hir wone is --
77 And to this god, that I of rede,