ÞERE IS A DREM,
OON PAT MANYE HAN WISHED.
BUT NOON YKNOWEN HATH EVERE YKNOWEN IT.
ÞEI NE KNOWE NAT
THE PEYNE, DE ANGUYSSH,
TO EVERE DESIREN, TO SEKEN,
AND NEVERE FYNDE.
THE PEYNE OF KNOWING WHAT SHAL BE,
OF ÞAT ÞAT WHILOM WAS,
TO WITEN IT SHAL
COME AGEIN.
THEY NE KNOWE NAT PEYNE
TIL THEY HAN LOST
LOST AL THAT THEY LOVEN,
AGAIN AND AGAIN.
THEY HAVE LOST THEIR NAME.
THEY HAVE LOST THEIR HOME.
THEY HAVE LOST THE END.
SLOWLY,
THEY GROW COLD.
AND STILL,
THEY GO ON.
THEY DO NOT KNOW WHAT IS MISSING.
ONLY THAT SOMETHING IS GONE.