Lucina schynnyng in silence of the nicht

Lucina schynnyng in silence of the nicht,
The hevin being all full of sternis bricht,
To bed I went, bot thair I tuke no rest,
With havy thocht I wes so soir opprest,
That sair I langit eftir the dayis licht.

Off Fortoun I complenit hevely,
That scho to me stude so contrariowsly;
And at the last, quhen I had turnyt oft,
Ffor weirines on me ane slummer soft
Come with ane dremyng and a fantesy.

Me thocht Deme Fortoun with ane fremmit cheir
Stude me beforne, and said on this maneir,
Thow suffer me to wirk gif thow do weill,
And preiss the nocht to stryfe aganis my quheill,
Quhilk every warldly thing dois turne and steir.

Full mony ane man I turne vnto the hicht,
And makis als mony full law to doun licht ;
Vp-on my staigis or that thow ascend,
Trest weill thy truble neir is at ane end,
Seing thir taikinis, quhairfoir thow mark thame rycht.

Thy trublit gaist sall neir moir be degest,
Nor thow in to no benifice beis possest,
Quhill that ane abbot him cleith in ernis pennis,
And fle vp in the air amangis the crennis,
And as ane falcone fair fro eist to west.

He sall ascend as ane horrebble grephoun,
Him meit sall in the air ane scho dragoun ;
Thir terrible monsteris sall togidder thrist,
And in the cludis gett the Antechrist,
Quhill all the air infeck of thair pvsoun.

Vndir Saturnus fyrie regioun
Symone Magus sall meit him and Mahoun,
And Merlyne at the mone sall him be bydand,
And Jonet the weido on ane bussome rydand,
Off wichiss with ane windir garesoun.

And syne thay sall discend with reik and fyre,
And preiche in erth the Antechrysts impyre,
Be than it salbe neir this warldis end.
With that this lady sone fra me did wend ;
Sleipand and walkand wes frustrat my desyr.

Quhen I awoik, my dreme it was so nyce,
Ffra every wicht I hid it as a vyce ;
Quhill I hard tell be mony suthfast wy,
Ffle wald ane abbot vp in to the sky,
And all his fethreme maid wes at devyce.

Within my hairt confort I tuke full sone ;
" Adew," quod I, " My drery dayis ar done ;
Ffull Weill I wist to me wald nevir cum thrift,
Quhill that twa monis wer sene vp in the lift,
Or quhill ane abbot flew aboif the mone."

Quod Dumbar.