I trow nothing

Even in the midst of the knowledge's steam
I can not a whit wit whence comest thou,
I can not a whit wit whither thou goest,
she hath all I wanted...
but I wist, wit, and will wit nothing...

Wait, I shalt wake up...
tho it was not a whit just a pudh dream,
thought I had seen thee hither,
and thou were hither with me,
thee were hither like a fullsome fere...
I thought onoupan us there was only sky,
not that blue, not that white...

Dost thy smell linger?
durst is what I wish,
overmany thoughts are in my head
I do not a with wit whence they come from,
All I wit is that ...
...henceforth I trow nothing...