I have wist, sin i couthe meen,
That children hath by candle light
Her shadewe on the wal iseen
And ronne therafter all the night.
Bisy aboute they han ben
To catchen it with al heren might
And whom they catchen it best wolde wene
Sonne didst shed out of her sight.
The shadewe catchen they ne might,
For no lines that they couthe lay.
This shadewe i may likne aright
To this world and yesterday.