Charles Duke of Orleans

(24 November 1394 – 5 January 1465 / Paris)

Spring - Poem by Charles Duke of Orleans

The year has changed his mantle cold
Of wind, of rain, of bitter air;
And he goes clad in cloth of gold,
Of laughing suns and season fair;
No bird or beast of wood or wold
But doth with cry or song declare
The year lays down his mantle cold.
All founts, all rivers, seaward rolled,
The pleasant summer livery wear,
With silver studs on broidered vair;
The world puts off its raiment old,
The year lays down his mantle cold.


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  • Rookie - 0 Points Gillian.E. Shaw (5/24/2005 7:16:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem. The year appears as a Regal gentleman personified. Wonderful. (Report) Reply

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