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e sunne,
[E] ? e leue3 lancen fro ? e lynde, & ly3ten on ? e grounde,
[F] & al grayes ? e gres, ? at grene wat3 ere;
528 ? enne al rype3 & rote3 ? at ros vpon fyrst,
& ? us 3irne3 ? e 3ere in 3isterdaye3 mony,
[G] & wynter wynde3 a3ayn, as ? e worlde aske3
no sage.
532 Til me3el-mas mone,
Wat3 cumen wyth wynter wage;
[H] ? en ? enkke3 Gawan ful sone,
Of his anious uyage.

[Sidenote A: Then the soft winds of summer,]
[Sidenote B: beautiful are the flowers wet with dew-drops.
]
[Sidenote C: But harvest approaches soon,]
[Sidenote D: and drives the dust about. ]
[Sidenote E: The leaves drop off the trees,]
[Sidenote F: the grass becomes gray, and all ripens and rots. ]
[Sidenote G: Winter winds round again,]
[Sidenote H: and then Sir Gawayne thinks of his dread journey. ]

III.

536 [A] 3et quyl al-hal-day with Ar? er he lenges,
& he made a fare on ? at fest, for ? e freke3 sake,
With much reuel & ryche of ? e rounde table;
Kny3te3 ful cortays & comlych ladies,
540 Al for luf of ? at lede in longynge ? ay were,
Bot neuer-? e-lece ne ? e later ? ay neuened bot mer? e,
Mony ioyle3 for ? at ientyle iape3 ?