Classic Poem

Appointed in the newe Moon,
When it was time for to done,
She set a caldron on the fire
In which was all the whole attire
Whereon the medecine stood
Of juice, of water and of blood,
And let it boil in such a plight
Till that she saw the spume white,
And though she cast in rind and root,
And seed and flower that was for boot,
With many an herb and many a stone,
Whereof she hath there many one:
And eke Cimpheius the Serpent
To her hath all his scales lent,
Chelidre her gave his adder's skin
And she to boiling cast them in;
A park eke of the horned Owl
To which men hear on nightes howl,
And of a Raven, which was told
Of nine hundred winter old,
She took the head with all the bill;
And as the medecine it will,
She took therefore the bowel
Of the Seawolf and for the heal
Of Jason with a thousand mo
Of thinges that she hadde tho,
In that caldron together as blithe
She put and took then of Olive
A dry branch them with to stir,
The which anon gave flower and bare
And wax all fresh and green again.