I have wist, sin i couthe meen,That children hath by candle
lightHer shadewe on the wal iseen,And ronne therafter all the
night.Bisy aboute they han benTo catchen it with all here
might.And whom they catchen it best wolde wene,Sannest it shet
out of her sight,The shadewe catchen they ne might,For no lines
that they couthe lay.This shadewe i may likne arightTo this
world and yesterday.