Geoffrey Chaucer

(c. 1343 – 25 October 1400 / London, England)

The Parlement Of Fowls - Poem by Geoffrey Chaucer

Now welcome, somer, with thy sonne soft{.e},
That hast this wintr{.e}s wedr{.e}s overshak{.e},
And driven away the long{.e} nyght{.e}s blak{.e}!

Saynt Valentyn, that art ful hy on-lofte,
Thus syngen smal{.e} foul{.e}s for thy sak{.e}:
Now welcome, somer, with thy sonn{.e} soft{.e},
That hast this wintr{.e}s wedr{.e}s overshak{.e}.

Wel han they caus{.e} for to gladen oft{.e},
Sith ech of hem recover{.e}d hath hys mak{.e};
Ful blissful mowe they syng{.e} when they wak{.e}:
Now welcome, somer, with thy sonn{.e} soft{.e}
That hast this wintr{.e}s wedr{.e}s overshak{.e}
And driven away the long{.e} nyght{.e}s blak{.e}!


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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