"...Me thoughte I saw an egle sore..."
"Tho was I war, lo! at the laste, That faste by the sonne, as hyë As kenne mighte I with myn yë, Me thoughte I saw an egle sore, But that hit semed moche more Then I had any egle seyn. But this as sooth as deeth, certeyn, Hit was of golde, and shoon so brighte, That never saw men such a sighte, But if the heven hadde ywonne Al newe of golde another sonne; So shoon the egles fethres brighte, And somwhat dounward gan hit lighte." (p. 453)