Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Chaucer

AN OLD man in a lodge within a park;
The chamber walls depicted all around
With portraitures of huntsman, hawk, and hound,
And the hurt deer. He listeneth to the lark,
Whose song comes with the sunshine through the dark
Of painted glass in leaden lattice bound;
He listeneth and he laugheth at the sound,
Then writeth in a book like any clerk.
He is the poet of the dawn, who wrote
The Canterbury Tales, and his old age
Made beautiful with song; and as I read
I hear the crowing cock, I hear the note
Of lark and linnet, and from every page
Rise odors of ploughed field or flowery mead.

1. The Crew of the Long Serpent
2. Seaweed
3. Something Left Undone
4. The Four Princesses at Wilna
5. Bishop Sigurd at Salten-Fiord

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