Poem - Westron wynde, when wylt thow blow The smalle rayne downe can rayne?

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Old poem - mediaeval or even older.

'Westron wynde, when wilt thou blow,
The small raine down can raine.
Cryst, if my love were in my armes
And I in my bedde again!'

 

Westron wynde, when wylt thow blow
The smalle rayne downe can rayne?
Cryst yf my love were in my armys
And I yn my bed agayne!

Quoted in The Lie of the Land

The photo is of a piece of artwork on marble done by Christina Fletcher, the poem etched without wordbreaks and without lin